Let's Fly (Draco)
(VVS)
We in here
Brrr
Yea lets Takeoff
I could take the weight off
Forget what they say
You and me could make a way out
Fuck that fake love
I'll fuck up your make up
Don't care what they say
We could fly away today luh
(Aye aye aye aye)
I got no 401K
I gotta fill up my TFSA
Yea I'm from Canada Born USA
Think I grew up on the plane
I had to find my own way
Euro then out to UK
Even the end of the day?
Nah
It's not even the end of the dayy
Ok Hey Ho
Bae I see your Halo
You belong w me girl
I'll hit every angle
We could take it slow
Don't care if we lay low
You could roll w me girl
You could be my Draco
(Yea lets Takeoff
I could take the weight off
Forget what they say
You and me could make a way out
Fuck that fake love
I'll fuck up your make up
Don't care what they say
We could fly away today luh)
Hollup
I got the check and I'm calling it mate
Money is callin I got me a taste
Need all the funding
I got what it take
Fuck all my taxes
I need a break
If I'm gonna bet
I'm calling the game
I'm on perfect timing
Oh this the freestyle part?
Yessir
Ouu
New watch it got 8 diamonds
Hollup
New glock I be rolling with the
Stars we shining
I go to mars
I'm never dying
Hollup
New Rolls Royce
In the driveway
Ain't got a choice
No problem
We just Millie-rockin'
(Hahaha Hahaha)
I'm in the booth wita Tek uh
Don't know what's next...
We in here
Brrr
Yea lets Takeoff
I could take the weight off
Forget what they say
You and me could make a way out
Fuck that fake love
I'll fuck up your make up
Don't care what they say
We could fly away today luh
(Aye aye aye aye)
I got no 401K
I gotta fill up my TFSA
Yea I'm from Canada Born USA
Think I grew up on the plane
I had to find my own way
Euro then out to UK
Even the end of the day?
Nah
It's not even the end of the dayy
Ok Hey Ho
Bae I see your Halo
You belong w me girl
I'll hit every angle
We could take it slow
Don't care if we lay low
You could roll w me girl
You could be my Draco
(Yea lets Takeoff
I could take the weight off
Forget what they say
You and me could make a way out
Fuck that fake love
I'll fuck up your make up
Don't care what they say
We could fly away today luh)
Hollup
I got the check and I'm calling it mate
Money is callin I got me a taste
Need all the funding
I got what it take
Fuck all my taxes
I need a break
If I'm gonna bet
I'm calling the game
I'm on perfect timing
Oh this the freestyle part?
Yessir
Ouu
New watch it got 8 diamonds
Hollup
New glock I be rolling with the
Stars we shining
I go to mars
I'm never dying
Hollup
New Rolls Royce
In the driveway
Ain't got a choice
No problem
We just Millie-rockin'
(Hahaha Hahaha)
I'm in the booth wita Tek uh
Don't know what's next...
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Writer(s): Matthew Sinclair
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