Luke the Kid - Fly Away (Outro)

Let's get fucked up. G-Skurr, L.T.K.
Tried putting my mind to the test, but I bet you didn't know I was the best
I went from nothing to counting these checks
Bitches, they play me like I was some chess
Take off with a set for three, two, one
I'ma spark a blunt with my laser gun
Take it to the face because we on the run
If you causing a fuss, bitch, it won't be fun
So lower your voice when you speak to my team
Because we coming up with new technology
Make a few bands just to fix a machine
But shadow the sorrow with liquor and lean
We gon' do it on another planet
I'ma tell my people we in transit
I'ma leave my thumbprint on the city
But all these bitches tell me I'm too trippy
Floating down the highway
Fifth gear, going sideways
Smoking on this bag of blue cooks 'bout to fly away
Now I'm getting hiccups
That'll be the liquor
Thinking I can trust these hoes
It only makes me sicker, man
We back recording shit
Sporty like my foreign bitch
We on a astronomical wave
Getting my way, you misfortunate
Tell me how the fuck do you afford shit
You a broke boy
Yeah, you ain't really doing shit
All you do is sit at home and talk shit
All that shit is toxic
You know I ain't running with no fake ones
Watch out for them snake ones
They always just sitting and plotting and scheming
They trying to dismantle my plans for no reason
You need to wake up cause you're too busy dreaming
I'm all for the dreaming
Just makes you keep on doing the shit that you love
Follow the guidance above
And no, I'm not perfect
But I know I'm worth it like Jaden when push comes to shove I'm just
Floating down the highway
Fifth gear, going sideways
Smoking on this bag of blue cooks 'bout to fly away
Now I'm getting hiccups
That'll be the liquor
Thinking I can trust these hoes
It only makes me sicker, man
Floating down the highway
Fifth gear, going sideways
Smoking on this bag of blue cooks 'bout to fly away
Now I'm getting hiccups
That'll be the liquor
Thinking I can trust these hoes
It only makes me sicker, man
We gon' do it on another planet
I'ma tell my people we in transit
We gon' do it on another planet
I'ma tell my people we in transit
Floating down the highway
Fifth gear, going sideways
Smoking on this bag of blue cooks I'm 'bout to fly away
Now I'm getting hiccups
That'll be the liquor
Thinking I can trust these hoes
It only makes me sicker, man

Written by:
Geno Bertolozzi, Luke Zanutto

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