Heathrow
Wanna hop up in a spaceship
And just soar to outer space
But for now I got this plane ticket
My homies and my dreams
Of some places far away
You only seen in movie scenes
But I'm coming back home, mama
Won't be soon before long
Pilot, take off, get me gone
Fly me to the isle of The Rolling Stones
I been waiting too damn long
(To rocket out of my atmosphere)
Ok, find a new groove just to keep me going
Try a new tune to the same old song
But niggas can't move on: Old Town Roads
(Gotta jet, got my drive in gear)
Yes I gotta get away for a minute
Vaycay with no limits
Flight plan on the right path
Lil sister off at college
Learning how to lead the scholars
She be hoping that I write back
To my brother out in Kato
Stay smooth, keep it player
We'll get hooping when I fly back
Mom and pop you know I'll miss ya
No more fucking up your pictures
With my nappy head and high ass
Oh well, I got a story to tell
Big talk, been notorious
To tear up tracks
Kill shit, go Pistorious
World in my hands
This sun feeling glorious
Sizzling on my sauté
Get me off the runway
And to the UK
Where the women in the clubs
Do it risqué
Hope they show a nigga love
No Theresa May
And if they showing they a freak
Then I'm there to stay
Daydreaming on a one-way jet plane
Lookin out to see my home
Sink and fade away
Funny how I feel alone
On my happy days
Then I get back in the zone
And paint a Monet (Nahmean)
And what's that thing Mr. West say?
Nothings ever promised tomorrow today
So if this plane gon crash
And this verse be my last
Then I'm putting heart and soul
Into every page
And that's word to my family
To my bros from the Valley
That's word to my shawty
Out in Seoul with the fatty
Tell the reaper come and catch me
Cause imma lead that motherfucker
Round the whole damn world
Like DiCaprio
Yo! I'm feeling my soul glow
Got my dreads locked
Head cocked, ready for the world
Coming to America
Might sport a Jheri curl
And rock a ton of shows
Make em sing like a chorus girl
I'm feeling too charged now
Like Novak at kickoff
I'm cbecking through movies
I'm checking my wristwatch
I might get pissed off
Till I hear the pilot say
"Folks, we have lift off"
Wanna hop up in a spaceship
And just soar to outer space
But for now, I got this plane ticket
My homies and my dreams
Of some places far away
You only seen in movie scenes
But I'm coming back home, mama
Won't be soon before long
And just soar to outer space
But for now I got this plane ticket
My homies and my dreams
Of some places far away
You only seen in movie scenes
But I'm coming back home, mama
Won't be soon before long
Pilot, take off, get me gone
Fly me to the isle of The Rolling Stones
I been waiting too damn long
(To rocket out of my atmosphere)
Ok, find a new groove just to keep me going
Try a new tune to the same old song
But niggas can't move on: Old Town Roads
(Gotta jet, got my drive in gear)
Yes I gotta get away for a minute
Vaycay with no limits
Flight plan on the right path
Lil sister off at college
Learning how to lead the scholars
She be hoping that I write back
To my brother out in Kato
Stay smooth, keep it player
We'll get hooping when I fly back
Mom and pop you know I'll miss ya
No more fucking up your pictures
With my nappy head and high ass
Oh well, I got a story to tell
Big talk, been notorious
To tear up tracks
Kill shit, go Pistorious
World in my hands
This sun feeling glorious
Sizzling on my sauté
Get me off the runway
And to the UK
Where the women in the clubs
Do it risqué
Hope they show a nigga love
No Theresa May
And if they showing they a freak
Then I'm there to stay
Daydreaming on a one-way jet plane
Lookin out to see my home
Sink and fade away
Funny how I feel alone
On my happy days
Then I get back in the zone
And paint a Monet (Nahmean)
And what's that thing Mr. West say?
Nothings ever promised tomorrow today
So if this plane gon crash
And this verse be my last
Then I'm putting heart and soul
Into every page
And that's word to my family
To my bros from the Valley
That's word to my shawty
Out in Seoul with the fatty
Tell the reaper come and catch me
Cause imma lead that motherfucker
Round the whole damn world
Like DiCaprio
Yo! I'm feeling my soul glow
Got my dreads locked
Head cocked, ready for the world
Coming to America
Might sport a Jheri curl
And rock a ton of shows
Make em sing like a chorus girl
I'm feeling too charged now
Like Novak at kickoff
I'm cbecking through movies
I'm checking my wristwatch
I might get pissed off
Till I hear the pilot say
"Folks, we have lift off"
Wanna hop up in a spaceship
And just soar to outer space
But for now, I got this plane ticket
My homies and my dreams
Of some places far away
You only seen in movie scenes
But I'm coming back home, mama
Won't be soon before long
Credits
Writer(s): Nnamdi Darlington
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