Flight Music Lyrics

Feeling like

I'm on the brink of some other ish

I don't know

But my conversations with Brittani deserve monologue

And shorty if your listening

I swear to god it's innocent

Or maybe it's a mind fuck

Don't judge me for these sentences

I'm just giving you my unclear Thoughts I need a porsche

See they're bunched up

Some of them go deeper than Moss include the brady show

Angelique putting it down

Update my latest hoes

Momma like keep think you bad

It's always badder boy

Nah fuck that momma

Ya son the baddest boy

Focused, A D D kicked in

I popped an adderall

Bag em never call em

What you bag em for

That's a sport

Mario and Ant was the matadors

That's bullshit

I took that to a whole other ceiling

Shit is clear now

I don't see a ceiling

I'm in to plumbing work

Cops love the drillers

If there's a genie in the bottle

Of that brown water talking

Ima drink until I'm

Kissing that bish

I hit my niggas on the low

Like these hoes on the go

Time to wrap it up

And finish this lick

If there's a genie at the bottom

Of that brown water talking

Ima drink until

I'm kissing that bish

I hit my homies on the low

Like these hoes on the go

Time to wrap it up

And finish this lick

I feel I'm too cold

I only like my new hoes

Too grown, damn shame

Momma like you too old

Commitment phobe

There's always a loophole

Don't mean to be rude, bold

But lost a couple nuts

Where them screws go

Stretched it out

Been left the block

Young Manute Bol

Feeling like Mitch

With the crew pose

Whiskey's in the system

Turned Bruce now the suits on

Skipping though it's tempting

Kept it cool, got her luke warm

I'm sipping she said hit this

You're speeding

She said cruise more

Took another puff

Now I'm clue gone

Wait that was wrong

I meant Fabulous for nuance

See lately I been too calm

Staring off the balcony

The tree is palm

In house massage went

Three hours, is the meter on

She told me

Take another puff of this

Got me leaning on her

Second wind kicking in

I'm talking my shit

If there's a genie in the bottle

Of that brown water talking

Ima drink until I'm

Kissing that bish

I hit my niggas on the low

Like these hoes on the go

Time to wrap it up

And finish this lick

If there's a genie at the bottom

Of that brown water talking

Ima drink until

I'm kissing that bish

I hit my homies on the low

Like these hoes on the go

Time to wrap it up

And finish this lick