Flight to Miami Lyrics

Should be Hall of Fame, I'm a standout

But I ain't never been the type to demand clout

I ain't never fuckin' asked for a handout

I'm in an old Charger - Dan Fouts

I'm just trying to Push the Daytona

They been sellin' kush on the corner

I don't smoke but I look like a stoner

I just need to get booked by promoters

I don't give a fuck about a Grammy

I'm just tryin' make some money for my family

Grew up with just rice in the pantry

I'm just tryin' book a flight to Miami

They got it low cost at the boat launch

5-0 know well that we don't talk

5-star hotel on the boardwalk

No Yelp, swordfish with the pork chop

We'll be sittin' on top of the world in a minute

In a minute

Had a few losses for sure, but we're winnin'

We're winnin'

They wanna see us in the coffin, but we're still livin'

Still livin'

It ain't really no option. Deserve it, we'll get it

We'll get it

Should be Hall of Fame, it's unanimous

I knew from the third grade that I had a gift

Tryin' to hit the world stage with my bag of tricks

Tried to climb to the top, but the ladder slipped

If you wanna be the boss, it's not overnight

It comes with a cost and it's overpriced

If you wanna floss, gotta roll the dice

I gotta start takin' my own advice

I don't give a fuck about awards

I just need what love I can afford

Before they put me on ice in the morgue

I'm just tryin' book a flight to New York

Lambo doors on a coke white Porsche

Lookin' like it can fly with the doors up

Call it Snow White how it dwarfs ya

Probably work my whole life to afford one

We'll be sittin' on top of the world in a minute

In a minute

Had a few losses for sure, but we're winnin'

We're winnin'

They wanna see us in the coffin, but we're still livin'

Still livin'

It ain't really no option. Deserve it, we'll get it

We'll get it

Do it for the love now

So I can do it for the money later

I need a house on twenty acres

Where I ain't got no fuckin' neighbors

You can hate me now, you gon' love me later

It's crazy how a bunch of paper

Can move mountains and touch strangers

Sick and tired of these rap Pinocchios

Spittin' braggadocio. They brag and boast but don't

Give back to folks they know in their postal codes

From broken homes to trips to the Poconos

Gettin' Oprah doe, givin' gifts like the Oprah show

Too busy postin' .gifs on your mobile phone

Hit the open road, do some shows and hope you blow

Skip the rodeo of bullshit and bullet holes

Lipstick and old cologne. I don't condone the blow, you know

You'll overdose if you don't slow your roll

No one knows the oats you've sown, the M.O. you've shown

I'm glad you made it. Congratulations - Post Malone

Won't get chosen off flows alone

Sold your soul for gold and clothes just to grow old alone

Approach the throne with a noble tone

I wrote in prose on a Post-It note: I'm goin' home