Lovely disguise, read between the lines You rock the magic plane with no abbreviation Read what you say and what you bought And there ain't no magic pen
the sky pilot Remembers the words, 'Thou shalt not kill' Sky pilot, sky pilot, how high can you fly? You'll never, never, never reach the sky Sky pilot, sky pilot
Pleased to meet you, nice to know me What's the message? Will you show me? I've been waitin' a long time now Now here's the answer, you're all mine now
Don't cut out my paper heart I ain't dying anyway Take a look at eye full towers Never trust them dirty liars Sippin' lemon yellow booze Ol' leadbelly
Let your soul, be your pilot Let your soul, guide you He'll guide you well When you're down and they're counting When your secrets, all found out When
She turned away, what was she lookin' at? She was a sour girl the day that she met me Hey, what are you lookin' at? She was a happy girl the day that
You can't find me You can't find me again You can't drive me You can't drive me again Shot down again if it's easier to be alive Kept on the mend you
I'm gettin' hella mail from jail, niggas tellin' me to kill it When they get out I'll bring them 'round some bitches Shinobi, how I kick it, "American
heinz gregory the dance legend Make music I'm steppin out At a major event Best dressed in attendance And I never left the house Right back at it Like the Pilot
Okay as we get ready to take off, please be sure to check that your seat belts are fashioned, that your tray tables are up, and that your electronics
Yeah, Yeah It's all good It's already i Yeah, it's already understood Ain't nothin Still the same old, that's all Ain't nothin change fool {Verse
Uh yea fool and you cant do a thing about it bitches know the planes got it yea you want to live in a house don't want grass to grow your homeboys
Yeah And Where.. Haven't.. We.. Been yet Uh They look up the Jets You can't stop the planes Nigga you can't do a thang Verse: Uh machete sharp My dream
' smoke so G's gon' get highed up Fuck all that shit you talk, you ain't got no Byzantine chain, Chutes & Ladders, Chevy's - candy canes bitches tangled in my slang - pilot
Hey yo, oh A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main, bitch I've been a man and I am still stainless Haters called vapor, inhaling the anguish Kill these
[And you could tell From distance trynna figure The reals say I'm But I'm still And you could tell] [Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive (3X)]
Yeahh... Jets Fool, Pilot Talk Nigga, Everybody around this bitch got money, We ain't never gon run outta weed, yeah, look up [VERSE 1] Hollow a mountain
[Intro] Uh Scoo do do do do do do Racecars and Weed Jars Nigga [Verse 1] I got a style for every bump in ya face, Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge
