Wavin' Lyrics

I'm feeling too good

Maybe I'm too high

Feels like I'm soaring staring down there from a bird's eye

Nothing to cling to

Let go and fly away

Can't catch me slippin' if I'm gliding past these city lights

Look if you need me

And you can't reach me

Unless you got the private chopper with no ceilings

I'm way too far to stop

Move too fast to ever drop

This that kind of rock

Make you pop or knock it off

I got a diamond in the back

And my wrist and fingers match

Auto pilot on the ga-a-a-as

I got designer shit on tap

All the nightmares that you had

Look me up, I'm worse than tha-a-a-a-a-at

Ooo-ooh

Wavin' like my plane's taking off

Ooo-ooh

Left em' at the gate don't wait up

Plane's taking off soon

Wavin' like my plane's taking off

Ooo-ooh

Custom private jets

You can't even guess how I paid for it

I feel like I could

Win on bad night

Bet it on black and hit the jack

I read your snake eyes

I wouldn't mean to

Thank God that I'm this way

Might catch me drippin' like Poseidon

Surfing through the sky

Look you can't see me

You can't be me

You keep on acting like the movies

This ain't T.V

Head knocking body shots

Take it off like Mardi Gras

I keep the body shop

In the house like party rock

I got a diamond in the back

And my wrist and fingers match

Auto pilot on the ga-a-a-as

I got designer shit on tap

All the nightmares that you had

Look me up, I'm worse than tha-a-a-a-a-at