| The captains of this next flight be we
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| Flashing, mile high steeze on the beat
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| Pay attention, crews get ready for the take-off
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| Ain’t no telling where this journey’s gonna take us
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| The captains of this next flight be we
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| Flashing, mile high steeze on the beat
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| Pay attention, crews get ready for the take-off
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| Ain’t no telling where this journey’s gonna take us
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| Ayo, promoters are keen to be hirin' the boys
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| 'Cause we’re nice with the noise, I’ve been stackin' up my Frequent
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| Flyer points, 'cause I’m fly and on point (Check)
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| Thirty-thousand feet up writin' this joint
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| Loungin' with my feet up, lightin' this joint
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| In economy class, rockin' Astronomy Class
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| We’re hopscotchin' any obstacle that’s blocking the path
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| Thinkin' how long will this odyssey last? |
| (Who's to know?)
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| But fuck cruise control and the autopilot
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| I’m in the cockpit heading towards an island
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| Of crystal clear waters and white sands
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| Pound a fist to my right hand man, I’m like, «Damn!»
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| Who would’a thunk it, a bunch of drunkards
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| Gettin' flown to drop by our shows with no drum kit (Let's go)
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| Grab your luggage, I’ll take you on a visit
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| To the land of the most vivid, yeah, who is it?
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| The captains of this next flight be we
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| Flashing, mile high steeze on the beat
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| Pay attention, crews get ready for the take-off
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| Ain’t no telling where this journey’s gonna take us
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| The captains of this next flight be we
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| Flashing, mile high steeze on the beat
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| Pay attention, crews get ready for the take-off
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| Ain’t no telling where this journey’s gonna take us
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| Crews talk shit 'cause we got a bit of airplay
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| I daresay, do you think I really care, mate?
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| It’s fair to state haters get it pear-shaped
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| This music is my aeroplane
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| My wingspan embraces outward bound flights
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| Pirate airways no place for downtime
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| How high is a bird’s-eye view?
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| The sky is fair game, so when it curves I cruise (You know it)
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| Surfin' the heavens, I ain’t waitin' for the take-off
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| Top of the world with Hendrix and Nate Dogg
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| Tuk’s on a hustle, homie, en route
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| To your house while my one and only love is lonely
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| So remind me, avoid all booby traps
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| I’ma get whacked off Scooby Snacks
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| I ain’t robbin' banks, though, I’m here to rock a stage show
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| I make my safe way home (Let's go)
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| The captains of this next flight be we
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| Flashing, mile high steeze on the beat
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| Pay attention, crews get ready for the take-off
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| Ain’t no telling where this journey’s gonna take us
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| The captains of this next flight be we
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| Flashing, mile high steeze on the beat
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| Pay attention, crews get ready for the take-off
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| Ain’t no telling where this journey’s gonna take us
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| Ayo, I’m in it for my lifetime, fuck the limelight
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| Leave an outline of five giant mic’s when I skywrite
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| Mile high star from a deadset captain
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| No need for the stressin', leave your excess baggage at the check-in
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| We got the jet engines revvin'
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| On the 747, now servin' refreshments
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| The freshmen smashin' letters, who here’s rapping better?
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| Hijacked your flight and feel a rise in the cabin pressure
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| I got a 4 AM alarm ever ready by my bedside
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| Check into a red-eye with red eyes, let’s fly
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| We get high amongst the clouds, sightseeing
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| Taking in the homeland till we be touchin' down
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| Run up on your town, saying «What up?» |
| in each state
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| Bustin' out the cage, watch as scenes change
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| We meet peace face-to-face, try to connect the dots
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| And bless the spot before jettin' off |