[Intro: Sample]
I love to fly. It's just you're alone, there's peace and quiet, nothing around you but clear blue sky. No one to ha**le you. No one to tell you where to go or what to do. The only bad part about flying is having to come back down to the f**in' world
[Verse 1]
Look at this world that we live in
Everything is f**ed up
But no one's got the time for it
Too busy gettin' f**ed up
Kush rolled
Gla** full
That's all that matters to you
Every lesson I try to teach goes over you or through you
Cause who the f** am I
Chubby little loner
Eyes red all the time
But it ain't cause I'm a stoner
It's cause I'm weak
To tell you the whole truth
I'm on this mic, cause this my callin'
sh**, call it a phone booth
But this booth won't change me
No Clark into Superman
I talk about what I talk about
Not what you demand
I'm not in this for the money
I'm not in this for the hoes
I'm in this cause when I'm in this
My blood ain't f**in' cold
And cause when I'm on this
My mom listens, my pops listens too
I wish someone woulda told my younger self this is all I had to do
To take off
To take off
[Chorus]
Cause now I'm flyin'
Cause now I'm flyin'
Cause now I'm flyin'
Cause now I'm flyin
Over the sky scrapers
And over the f**in' fiddlers
I'm not over all my problems
But it don't bother me in midair
I'm flyin'
I'm flyin'
And I won't come back down until I'm dyin'
[Verse 2]
Come at me with all you got
But it won't stop
What I got cookin' up in my pot
And my plot is to top
Your top most played in your iPod
You better cop that album when it drops
I've put everything that I have in me
And had in me
The good and the bad make this beautiful rhapsody
Preservin' my sanity
f** you trynna say to me
I don't hear you past these IGN trophies
You trynn' play with me
f** it, I go colder
Than what you got in them buckets
And dump it on your brain, make you shiver and stutter
Like t-t-t-today junior, jeez
Is you trippin' off that Hoover Street
Where Q got his degree
I'm in the coupe with C
But who could see me livin' that life
It's too much for me
I think I'll stick to givin' advice
I think I'll stick to that simple
That humble, that grind
So when I fly up in the clouds
I can be proud of my shine
I take off
I take off
[Chorus/Outro]
Cause now I'm flyin'
Cause now I'm flyin'
Cause now I'm flyin'
Cause now I'm flyin
Over the sky scrapers
Over the f**in' fiddlers
I'm not over all my problems
It don't bother me in midair
It don't bother me in midair
Over the sky scrapers
Over the f**in' fiddlers
I'm not over all my problems
It don't bother me in midair
I'm flyin'
I'm flyin'
And I won't come back down until I'm dyin'