Check the sky, not a bird or a plane In a nimbus cloud is where this Cali girl hangs Weaving in and out of lanes no traffic for me Not a metaphor I'm speaking actually Strapped onto my back is a jetpack Jets in my path like the Beatles saying get back I am exactly 20 miles high in the air You are down here I am up there Got a supersized smile on my countenance Hot shit stoners you can roll an ounce to this I'm bouncing all over the place like pong Head up to the heavens, ring the bell, ding dong Sipping on vanilla malts chillin as I regard the tectonic faults Trace out the lines of the long great wall Skinny dip for a little bit at Niagara Falls Zoom through the drive through hyper speed Like hi can I please get a number three Hamburger in my hand, cruise across the land Add a W-O and homie I am the man You can't understand until you've done it Revving up the engine sky high then gun it Stuntin like my daddy in the trade wind flow Yo if the air was my bitch I supermanned that hoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
