The Flight Plan
If you listen close enough music speaks in tongues
What's there to be afraid of I can tell you love those guns
You claim to have a calling seems to me it's more
You're stalling could it be you're just stuck
Confused as fuck bitch quit yawning
Wake your stupid ass up
Before they trap you in those closed camps
Where you're gassed up and you hoes want romance?
Ha I'm gonna stop you faster than North Korea's missiles
When they fail shit I just nailed it looks like you're screwed
When I'm inside her I drive her mad with this classic tune
I'm a fuck that pussy so hard I believe that motherfucker
Needs a casket soon I'm a blast off to the moon
Then land then jack off on this planet
Boom there goes the dynamite
Yes I'm on a flight in space you're a waste basket
No wait um a cum dumpster
Don't get bent out of shape
Oh great the combustor just blew up in flames
Probably got loose nuts how the fuck do you expect me
To come down when I just shoot up
Like a frantic addict acting
High on acid I'd rather have my ass licked by
An attractive fat chick wearing chap stick quit acting
Like you're active with that wack shit like you stop traffic
But here's your crash course fuck your task force
My magic's a cash source we could be staring at the dash board
What more could I ask for?
And beam me into space tonight
Jump jump on this rocket
Oh yeah
And let me take you out of sight
My world revolves around you
You're the Earth to my galaxy
I'm on a never ending orbit
Destination planet ecstasy
It's just feels right
Dance with me tonight
I prefer to be the first person to reverse this verse
When it's back masked to hear me pass gas
Thru my ass crack yeah get your gas mask
Mother fucker that's my last task
No I don't have class
I could go for a grand slam and some flap jacks
Man I'm so fucken high I travel right through flash backs
Wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and some black slacks
Or did I just wake up in this Amtrak?
Know what this shit's so sick it'll make you wanna throw up
Hold up I gotta change this navigation to another station
Before this blows up
Eh fuck it so what I ain't leavin
Even stars die so we'll drink to that
And watch my bars fly we could stop by mars
Baby girl don't be so darn shy
No don't be so darn shy
So come and let's Facebook it cuz
I'm gonna fuck your mouth
Until I leave your face crooked
What's there to be afraid of I can tell you love those guns
You claim to have a calling seems to me it's more
You're stalling could it be you're just stuck
Confused as fuck bitch quit yawning
Wake your stupid ass up
Before they trap you in those closed camps
Where you're gassed up and you hoes want romance?
Ha I'm gonna stop you faster than North Korea's missiles
When they fail shit I just nailed it looks like you're screwed
When I'm inside her I drive her mad with this classic tune
I'm a fuck that pussy so hard I believe that motherfucker
Needs a casket soon I'm a blast off to the moon
Then land then jack off on this planet
Boom there goes the dynamite
Yes I'm on a flight in space you're a waste basket
No wait um a cum dumpster
Don't get bent out of shape
Oh great the combustor just blew up in flames
Probably got loose nuts how the fuck do you expect me
To come down when I just shoot up
Like a frantic addict acting
High on acid I'd rather have my ass licked by
An attractive fat chick wearing chap stick quit acting
Like you're active with that wack shit like you stop traffic
But here's your crash course fuck your task force
My magic's a cash source we could be staring at the dash board
What more could I ask for?
And beam me into space tonight
Jump jump on this rocket
Oh yeah
And let me take you out of sight
My world revolves around you
You're the Earth to my galaxy
I'm on a never ending orbit
Destination planet ecstasy
It's just feels right
Dance with me tonight
I prefer to be the first person to reverse this verse
When it's back masked to hear me pass gas
Thru my ass crack yeah get your gas mask
Mother fucker that's my last task
No I don't have class
I could go for a grand slam and some flap jacks
Man I'm so fucken high I travel right through flash backs
Wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and some black slacks
Or did I just wake up in this Amtrak?
Know what this shit's so sick it'll make you wanna throw up
Hold up I gotta change this navigation to another station
Before this blows up
Eh fuck it so what I ain't leavin
Even stars die so we'll drink to that
And watch my bars fly we could stop by mars
Baby girl don't be so darn shy
No don't be so darn shy
So come and let's Facebook it cuz
I'm gonna fuck your mouth
Until I leave your face crooked
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Sanchez
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