look, fly! Lyrics

Okay

Ight

I'm back

Baby I'm back

Baby?

Okay, Ight

I hope you do stay with me for a while

We called Joa so we can hangout down, Magazine Street

She got a little child now, she still childish

She still in Nola and she still wild

Remember that time she did a dude foul

Gave permission to fuck that dude in the ass like wow

That wasn't even utterly shocking, cause it's her

Who could've known sometimes I just be saying shit not knowing

What to say of anything

Like the feeling of the unknown

Reality in synchronization space and motion

Touch the cosmos with our noses

Flying, we flying

Baby we flying

Baby we

Baby we

Baby we flying

Baby we flying

Baby we flying

Look at the stars

They here

Yeah, fuck out my face

Did you ever give me that damn Frank Ocean boys don't cry magazine

Yeah I don't fucking think so

You don't even fucking love me, you fucking hoe

I'm so damn disgusted

I'm a manic a contemplating fucking mess

Disingenuous of you to even leave me out the equation

Eh talk to my hand

I'm being a very bad bitch today a very tragic-esque day

What can I say? you gave me fantasies on top of everything

But how I knew I can be homesick of ppl too

They say time heals all but what if time is the disease too?

Baby we flying

Up to the stars

Look at the stars

Look at em, Flying

Baby we flying

Baby we

Baby we

Baby