C'mon

Uh



Been so long, I'm so gone

Fade to black, we all fall down

Come back around, like the speed of sound

I won't cross, so fuck it all



Grab my keys

Walk out the door

Light it up

That's what friends are for

We all take hits

Pass it around

Under the stars

With the top down



Get high, fly

Rollin' down the west side

Got the wind in my hair

It's a sin, I don't care

Leave the stress behind

Gotta press the wine

Get high, fly

Sailing to the other side

Got my beats on the blast

My feet on the gas

And the world in my palm

It's been so damn long



Remember when we would just ride and get high, get by?

It's about time we get fly, yo

Sometimes at night, the sun shines

And the world will end, the road will bend, yo

The light will shine, and the fight is mine

The right is time, I mean the time is right

It's the rhyme to fight, or it's the fight to rhyme

It's cigarette time, yo I need a light, uh



Grab my keys

Walk out the door

Light it up

That's what friends are for

We all take hits

Pass it around

Under the stars

With the top down



Get high, fly

Rollin' down the west side

Got the wind in my hair

It's a sin, I don't care

Leave the stress behind

Gotta press the wine

Get high, fly

Sailing to the other side

Got my beats on the blast

My feet on the gas

And the world in my palm

It's been so damn long



You ever notice how quick the time flies?

I notice a lot when I'm high

Yo, no one ever really dies

I'm dying tonight, let me come back to life, uh



Grab my keys

Walk out the door

Light it up

That's what friends are for

We all take hits

Pass it around

Under the stars

With the top down



Get high, fly

Rollin' down the west side

Got the wind in my hair

It's a sin, I don't care

Leave the stress behind

Gotta press the wine

Get high, fly

Sailing to the other side

Got my beats on the blast

My feet on the gas

And the world in my palm

It's been so damn long



Get high, fly

Rollin' down the west side

Got the wind in my hair

It's a sin, I don't care

Leave the stress behind

Gotta press the wine

Get high, fly

Sailing to the other side

Got my beats on the blast

My feet on the gas

And the world in my palm

It's been so damn long



Remember when we would just ride and get high, get by?

It's about time we get fly, yo



Boom!

Boom!