Danny - Jet Set lyrics

[Verse 1] G-4 dreams With barely enough money to buy a pair of JNCO Jeans Straight from the Boulevard of Broken Hearts and Disillusioned Drive, it's this producer's time to shine I'm takin' what's mine, but umm Fate's an ugly broad with a funny beard Seems like I've been waitin' on this day for twenty years She's like, "I'm sorry for the wait; I got you honey, here" I'm like, "well it's about damn time!" L-l-l-let's rewind to the times my rhymes was wrote on receipt papers Workin' retail with females, conceivin' capers Plus conceited haters tried to stop me, but Papi struck gold when my third album sold two thousand copies plus Now I'm the talk of the town, they stop and talk to me now It's a far cry from when they used to call me a clown What kind of luck is that? I tell 'em that I'd love to chat but Uhhhp! I gotta run and catch this flight They say "good luck with that" So I grab the duffel with the bu*ton flaps Pack a couple slacks and I'm gone [Chorus] Baby girl, jet set with me Baby girl, jet set with me Just think about it... We can fly over the seven seas Or maybe take a trip to New Orleans Just think about it... "I don't care where we go I know, I know, all you wanna do is jet set with me" Just think about it... When I'm with you girl it's heavenly Let's hop a flight and catch a few more scenes Just think about it... [Verse 2] Sickamore style, more sicker than yours My Flickr profile is where I store pictures from tours Never been the type to jump on trends I just jump on jets And you can jump on next Now when I zoom I a**ume you can handle it Fumes from the boom take us all the way to Los Angeles And I don't care what we do afterwards As long as you my pa**enger Kiss the friendly skies baby girl, we're a pa**ing blur (Swooooooosh!) Each day we'd wake up in a new city Crew with me, skinny dudes move quickly I declare we are airborne, tour van so shoddy Miss me with that bullsh**, I ain't a poor man's nobody I developed my own style So we travel in style, and we can battle for aisle seats Two's company, but I'd love a crowd You, me and the music soar high above the clouds Air Swain takin' off about a quarter to one-o'-clock Is you comin' or not? [1/2 Chorus]