Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane
I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame
That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
Thrown from a plane but it wasn't in brutality
With that weed in the air
They tryin to say that i don't care
They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie
I heard this plane talk, got his head held high
Day and night are my 'posites rare
I'm running out of air
Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again
Judging my mentality. look up in the sky is it a bird is it a plane?
Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain
Smoke kush till i get lifted, high as a plane
I'm love stoned and i could swear
Everyday we live and breathe the air
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