SwizZz - Boarding Pa** lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, I'm 30,000 feet munching honey roasted peanuts Sitting coach without the cart or lacking room to kick my feet up On another Delta flight to another different city Plus another hand-written letter from my girl saying she'll miss me What the f** is going on, huh, somebody better let me know About a year back I was working at Foot Locker Selling Jordans at the local mall to stay afloat Now I get paid when I do a show Learning how to stay sane when I'm on the road Getting used to the fake f** s**er Now begging to come around all day blowing up my phone But you don't hear me though Or do ya, do ya? I rock that orange Cactus Cooler Please don't let my image fool ya I'm shutting it down like a computer You're AOL, you're lagging Still on that 56k sh** Getting comfy, relaxing Satisfied and got complacent Not me though, f** that, not me I got way too much on the line My dad wants to retire My mom could use a house with a marble kitchen counter on the countryside A big backyard so my dog can play A kingsize sofa so my cat can sleep Nothing that special, a three bedroom home With a sub-zero fridge that hold plenty to eat It wasn't me That made your b**h come holla But I did bark loud in her face because she looked like a chihuahua Mixed with a camel and a donkey Or maybe a hippo and a monkey I can't pinpoint what animal it is But the bottom line is that broad is ugly Let me get back to it I spit hot sh**, lick it up and chew it Gargle it, swallow it Throw it back up in my mouth then spit it out again, I do it (n***a you do what?) n***a I do me Piñata flow beat up the beat Groupie hoes get cut off like the sleeves on a shirt on Mister T I'm taking shots, ball hog My college budget have me strictly drinking Popov You claim you're on the block, all talk My punchlines will lay you out, Balrog I got you shook like broken ankles, homie, why you scared Once I go in I'm hard to get out like bubblegum stuck in your hair Strong enough to bearhug a bear I'm weird enough to make parents glare I'm broke as f**, I can't be repaired And short enough to rock climb on stairs But who cares? "Swizzle, I do Dry your eyes, you ain't gotta cry cause you 5"2', nah" Thomas, I'm 5'6 "What?" I said I'm 5'6 "Nice try, you silly dog, don't try to add an extra inch" sh**, f** it, I'm over it now I love to OD I spit coke with a smile Addicts relax when they turn up my tracks Cause the rush I deliver be sniffing a pound 818 romp and I rep for my town Like it's too heavy I'm putting it down n***as stop preaching 'bout what you're not doing Get up off your a** and stop waiting around Well sh**, homie, why you always talking like you got it made When you got nothing made but a sandwich I'm sick of hearing n***as cussing and saying it's all luck to be a rapper Motherf**er, I planned this I wasn't hoping and wishing upon a star It ain't chance or picking a lucky card This is what happens when you have to persevere And take all of your f**ing pain and put it in your bars I'm riding 'til I crash like Bandicoot Doing everything that I can, I won't rely on a fluke My name is, f** my name, I hate that sh**, man, I'm just kidding Hi, I'm a SwizZzle fish, grab some floaties, lets go swimming