Off the Flight Lyrics

Gucci and laying on the beach

That's all that she like

Weeknd playing on repeat

While watching the sunrise

First class for the seats, mimosa straight off the flight

She asking me what I drink, Tequila that's over ice

We playing all in the sheets, I'm swimming in, all night

Start thinking 'bout bands, I told her to take 5

Ain't making amends, a friendship just wastes time

I'm being a man, I make up my own mind, chauffeur when I land

They ain't believe it was real, he showed up in a Benz

I probably could rest my eyes, still be up on my hand

I ain't believe it was real, she could twerk on a handstand

Said she want a different vibe, she tired of dirty dancing

Uh, Hit it with her legs up

She going up and down, she screaming with her hands up

Ry'lea do it good, when I leave she throw a tantrum

She asking all her questions, she think I have all the answers

Nobody, she don't trust nobody else

Homebody because she don't like nobody else

Look in the mirror, she can't see her with somebody else

Hands full of shopping bags, YSL and new Chanel

Gucci and laying on the beach

That's all that she like

Weeknd playing on repeat

While watching the sunrise

First class for the seats, mimosa straight off the flight

She asking me what I drink, Tequila that's over ice

We playing all in the sheets, I'm swimming in, all night

Start thinking 'bout bands, I told her to take 5

Ain't making amends, a friendship just wastes time

I'm being a man, I make up my own mind, chauffeur when I land

She keeping me up, start kicking the can

Either love or it's lust, or the day it depends

Want me to greet you to friends, sorry where should I begin

My life a long story, let's skip this part shorty

I gave you a heart, shorty, don't you rip apart shorty

Is it real or pretend, let's get straight to the end

Parties I'm invited to, I should but I never attend

It's nothing personal, it's still much love to all my friends left

Still much love to all the friends left, left

Got all this love but all my friends left, left

I, ran out of all the tears coming from my left eye

Grew up with checkers, now the kid playing chess

I, ran out of space, I can't save none for the next guy

Selfish to say it, but these checks come in decks

And I guess subtle flex, I can see my future and I'm jumping on a jet

Gucci and laying on the beach

That's all that she like

Weeknd playing on repeat

While watching the sunrise

First class for the seats, mimosa straight off the flight

She asking me what I drink, Tequila, that's over ice

We playing all in the sheets, I'm swimming in, all night

Start thinking 'bout bands, I told her to take 5

Ain't making amends, a friendship just wastes time

I'm being a man, I make up my own mind, chauffeur when I land