PURPS BEATS - Fly Out lyrics

[Chorus: D.Ship] I'm headed on the first flight out, flight out So I roll up this doobie and fly out, fly out I'm headed on the first flight out, flight out So I roll up this doobie and fly out, peace out! (x2) [Verse 1: D.Ship] I'm headed on the first flight out, flight out So I roll up this doobie and fly out, peace out Puffing that loud, I f**ed around and woke the neighbors up Roll me up another double doobie of that sticky stuff Get high when I wanna, smoke in public like it's legal Chief, chief, chief with my homies, not your people b**h, don't k** my vibe, I been puffing on this potent To forget all of the bullsh** that these lames have been been talking You say you on my level, too much smoke ain't enough for me I'm trying to get trippy, baby clap without your hands for me We gonna get turnt up 'til the knob breaks Bet before we leave, we rip the roof off of this place, turn up [Chorus] [Verse 2: A-Game] I'm with your girl on cloud 9, we in the sky, that's mile high That's a club that you will never join, don't even try I'm out my mind every week, average grades yet I'm geeked Trippy, tipsy in my city, riding looking for some freaks Let'em take a couple puffs, Mary Jane'll treat you sweet And my plug & I are homies, so you know I smoke for free But with me, you pay a fee, I flip it like trampolines With c**aine I be like Tony, girl -- "You got some for me?" I'm in Florida, this green's about to be medical One step ahead of y'all though, I'm on Kush Kandy edibles Higher than a pedestal, standing up on top of it Spend a lot of dollars on narcotics, got a lot of 'em let's go [Chorus] [Verse 3: A-Game & (D.Ship)] Aye Ship, this hookah that I'm smoking on has got me flying high (Man, you right I'm 'bout to take a hit I'll meet you in the sky) Pick your piece, a bong, or pipe, or blunt to roll up for the night No spice I don't want it, (kush the only thing that we smoking Chug a bottle, smoke a eighth to my dome By the time the sun rise, I'll be lighting up some mo') Only lighting up that dro, homie you already know If I ain't choking on the smoke that I'm toking, it's gotta go, yo (All my buds) be hairy, (this that bomb smoke) Antares Kush flavor (blueberry), my lungs belong in a (cemetary) (Eyes so low I can barely see), I'll ask Mary Jane to marry me And my side b**h Molly wanna roll with me, and what's better than 2 is definitely 3!