Layover Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, jets, ****, now where haven't we
Bitches, I Taylor Gang that
Yeah
Yeah, how fly, uh
Yeah, the backseat is for newborns, homie, I'm grown
I'll hop in front and drive this bitch on my own
Out the driveway, windows half raised
Bumpin' Ma$e or some Sade
Chuckin' the deuces to my neighbors like them Houston players
Got the two door Caprice, black and red like a Sega Genesis
Password first pimpin', or you can't get into this hangar
Access denied, you can't fly, you a lame
Spiderman tangled in a web of lies
Global travel, red eyes, plan plots, strategize
Double XL, now I'm after The Source and the Vibe
Only magazines yet to recognize in 2009
**** worth it, he deserve it, he ain't perfect
But he workin' on that second album, dropped the first one with Amalgam
Digital dollars, afford flights
Where the massages will be provided
By my down ass exotic dancing Italian goddess
The planes got it, that's why she's ridin' with the pilot
Find Spitta smoked out in the same crowd
Where Waldo was spotted
Orange rectangle boxes in my pockets
**** on a quest like Johnny and Hadji
Ha-ha, yeah, how fly?
(Jet Set, now where haven't we been yet?)
The mixtape, it's officially done, this is it, right here
Ha-ha, yeah, uh
I'm back better than ever, no hiatus, just weed crushers
Rollers and one and a half wide papers
Catch me and Spitta smokin' up
You got trees? ****, light it
I heard this a weed friendly environment
Seen 'em at my shows, front row, gettin' excited
They all smoke and memorize my lines
Say I'm the tightest
Know bitches who rep the gang hard as **** who do the same
And don't support that bullshit they only do to planes
In every city we smokin' like a train
They heard I'm swingin' past now, them bitches gettin' gas, octane
Not a name to compare 'em to
I can skydive, no parachute
With just a dope pair of shoes
Zig zags and hella tattoos
Put you in a mind state, that this is my movie
Put you in it too
The bomb weed make it critical
Sit with the vampire in his interview
