2Am In Paris (feat. Ayja)

On my way to Paris but I'm feeling kinda down
It's the City of the love but I don't wanna be around
My head is in the clouds but life got me flying Spirit
I'm in first class tripping cause the pilot kind of wicked
He say we gone land but the plane is moving shifty
Shit is steady shaking got me clutching on my ticket
If this ticket get to clicking its gone pop till it get empty
Cause why I had to fly on a day that's super windy
And why the fuck it's raining why the fuck it ain't sunny
I Just want to get my bags and head to the money
Hope we landing real soon I'm about to lose my mind
Flight attendant kind of weird she smiling like she lying
So fuck that yellow cup what can I do with some air
If we crash the fuck out what can that mother fucker spare

And we
Sending it back home
Arching her spine until I'm hitting her backbone
This that heat no this ain't a rap song
I'm
Getting that cheddar so I know that the traps on
No fendi for lease bitch I'm keeping my racks long
Bitch I'm a cheese head so I'm keeping my Packs strong
I tried telling niggas not the one you can nap on
Sleeping and dozing off now I'm running the laps on
It's way too late now you thinking you back on
Niggas you can't compete think the beef put yo raps on
Talking that money talk on the net with the caps on
I'm flying the plane ain't no keeping the flaps on
Everybody sit down niggas getting they act on
And niggas is hoes so these bitches get slapped on
I'm leading the game bitch I'm putting the map on
Popping my shit like Donald bitch I'm getting my Mac on

This that rockstar lifestyle might not make it
Eyes wide shut geeked up and I'm faded
Shutting shit down the backend getting crazy
Bad lil bitch got to dance while she naked
Pack the club out but we started in them vacant
Get this shit right got no time for mistaking
I be kicking that shit you won't relate cause you basic
Running out of time bitch I'm feeling real impatient



Credits
Writer(s): Douglas Paulhill
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