Airborne Aquarium

Lyrics

[Intro] Haha, yeah Lames catch feelings, we catch flights, Jet Life, fool Turn it up some Lames catch feelings, we catch flights, Jet Life Yeah, yeah [Verse] I'm getting hella mail from jail, niggas telling me to kill it When they get out I'll bring them 'round some bitches Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture Flipping my remote, same way I do them hoes But she already know before she touch my Chevy door Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows No square shall enter in the circle of winners Know I'm prepared for whatever, if you know what I been through Rearview, clear vision, memories of paid dues Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came through But look what it came to, something that amazes you Soon as you quit hating and hear what I gotta say to you Baby blue soles, these white 11, '96 No retro card came with this Same year, my Impala with the floor shift Four door suicide, muscle car chauffeured Shawty body choco-latte; Russell Stovers Brung weed with her whenever I invite her over Polo sweater, teddy bear hanging off her shoulder No care, over here, so we put it in the air Walking 'round my house, say she wanna fuck everywhere That's cool baby, but I just got that pool table We ain't gotta stay away from it, it's all good If you wanna get under it, then I guess I could fuck with it Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucket-list In these bars, I granted its deathwish Legendary lay-up, Jordan with the right-left switch Hang time, hand glide, stir fried, chanky-eyed, Shanghai Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride '87 Corvette ZR1, took the T-tops off it Put 'em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up She been drinkin' from the pump, that's all bad Tryna pass, fucked around and crashed Bitches all flip, fools tryna make it last Emotional luggage, nothing of it, I don't check bags I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past Half Rose, Chandon, OJ in my glass Mimosa, Testarossa program, Countach curriculum Doors open like a pendulum swinging Rockin' my Jetset Emblems Fool, it's the serve, like Wimbledon Interior cinnamon, the car that I'm sittin' in Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin Just kiddin', not pillin', just element twistin' From the Earth come the fire, in the wind, I'm livin', uh Not pillin', just element twistin' From the Earth come the fire, in the wind I'm livin' From the Earth come the fire, in the wind I'm livin', yeah Yeah