Flight to Miami

Should be Hall of Fame, I'm a standout
But I ain't never been the type to demand clout
I ain't never fuckin' asked for a handout
I'm in an old Charger - Dan Fouts
I'm just trying to Push the Daytona
They been sellin' kush on the corner
I don't smoke but I look like a stoner
I just need to get booked by promoters
I don't give a fuck about a Grammy
I'm just tryin' make some money for my family
Grew up with just rice in the pantry
I'm just tryin' book a flight to Miami
They got it low cost at the boat launch
5-0 know well that we don't talk
5-star hotel on the boardwalk
No Yelp, swordfish with the pork chop

We'll be sittin' on top of the world in a minute
In a minute
Had a few losses for sure, but we're winnin'
We're winnin'
They wanna see us in the coffin, but we're still livin'
Still livin'
It ain't really no option. Deserve it, we'll get it
We'll get it

Should be Hall of Fame, it's unanimous
I knew from the third grade that I had a gift
Tryin' to hit the world stage with my bag of tricks
Tried to climb to the top, but the ladder slipped
If you wanna be the boss, it's not overnight
It comes with a cost and it's overpriced
If you wanna floss, gotta roll the dice
I gotta start takin' my own advice
I don't give a fuck about awards
I just need what love I can afford
Before they put me on ice in the morgue
I'm just tryin' book a flight to New York
Lambo doors on a coke white Porsche
Lookin' like it can fly with the doors up
Call it Snow White how it dwarfs ya
Probably work my whole life to afford one

We'll be sittin' on top of the world in a minute
In a minute
Had a few losses for sure, but we're winnin'
We're winnin'
They wanna see us in the coffin, but we're still livin'
Still livin'
It ain't really no option. Deserve it, we'll get it
We'll get it

Do it for the love now
So I can do it for the money later
I need a house on twenty acres
Where I ain't got no fuckin' neighbors
You can hate me now, you gon' love me later
It's crazy how a bunch of paper
Can move mountains and touch strangers
Sick and tired of these rap Pinocchios
Spittin' braggadocio. They brag and boast but don't
Give back to folks they know in their postal codes
From broken homes o trips to the Poconos
Gettin' Oprah doe, givin' gifts like the Oprah show
Too busy postin' .gifs on your mobile phone
Hit the open road. Do some shows and hope you blow
Skip the rodeo of bullshit and bullet holes
Lipstick and old cologne. I don't condone the blow, you know
You'll overdose if you don't slow your roll
No one knows the oats you've sown, the M.O. you've shown
I'm glad you made it. Congratulations - Post Malone
Won't get chosen off flows alone
Sold your soul for gold and clothes just to grow old alone
Approach the throne with a noble tone
I wrote in prose on a Post-It note: I'm goin' home



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Writer(s): Gerald Owen
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