International

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[Intro] Mmm [Verse 1] They say you can't reach your goals when you scared of heights Even so, I'm still iffy when I'm on these flights I'd rather die in the sky than get popped on the block These world tours probably saved my ass from getting shot Rocked sold out shows in Tokyo at age 20 And didn't have to change my style to get money While the rest of these rappers tried to be Scarface We was every city, Worldwide, sellin' our tapes Seen a few hundred thousand way before I had a manager Money in Australia, London, Canada Labels couldn't handle us, radio was bannin' us But all around the world real heads was understanding us Booked my own flights, cash when I get there 200 shows in a year while you sit there I'm sittin' where the oxygen's a little thinner Eatin' breakfast in Paris, but I'll be home for dinner, yeah (Wheels up!) [Interlude] Shout out to Canada, you know what I'm sayin', Saskatoon, Winnipeg I hope y'all get your hockey team back (I- I- I'm international) Hah, shout out to all my peoples in TDOT, you know what I'm sayin' With that bomb-ass roatzee, hah (I- I'm international) Shout out to Van City, you know what I'm sayin' This weed almost leaved us at the Suspension Bridge, and shit Fly-ass girls, hah (I- I'm international) [Refrain] I got my boarding pass and I'm ready for the sky Here we go, this is it, wheels up, now let's fly [Verse 2] Above the clouds, life has never been clearer Flyin' overseas, doin' Paid Dues in Europe Denmark to Finland, Finland to Germany I could use my seat in case of an emergency Thanks for the tip, now it's back through customs One look at the pilot, I'm hoping I can trust him Get accustomed to this life on the jet set Nope, I don't smoke weed, but do I stay high? Yes Impressive altitude, making power moves Even when you ain't you still gotta keep that attitude Stop in Southern Italy, just to eat Napoli I'm chillin' with my peoples, I ain't trippin' on no shopping spree My favourite flight is the one that goes home Keep your family first, you can't do this alone Fourteen flights, three weeks, jet-lag But I'm livin' my dream, so I'm packin' my bags (Oooh) (Wheels up!) [Interlude] Ports of Napoli! Shout out to Marco, Federico (I- I- I'm international) Man, when I'm out in Paris at the Louvre Reachin' over the velvet rope to touch the Mona Lisa with my bare hands (I- I'm international) I'm standin' under the Eiffel Tower, makin' out with a beautiful woman Haha (I- I'm international) [Refrain] I got my boarding pass and I'm ready for the sky Here we go, this is it, wheels up, now let's fly [Verse 3] Young Veggie say it's thirty thousand feet I'm on my seventh passport, feelin' so elite The captain and the flight attendants know my name It's like I'm walkin' into Cheers when I board my plain Cognac over ice, pre-flight With the window seat and pillow so that I can sleep tight I used to- I used to dream about the first class approach 'Til I found out Tony Hawk still fly coach KRS take the boat, lotta rappers don't fly Me, I keep the faith and keep God by my side Having church in the sky, feeling so divine Flying is the only time I get a peace of mind With my seat reclined I meditate until my head is straight From way up here all my problems seem featherweight A little rough air, turbulence, it's cool 'Cause it's out of my hands, we about to land soon (Wheels up!) [Interlude] Hah, and when I'm- when I'm not in Aki Harbour checkin' out some technology (I- I'm international) That don't come out 'til the year 3000 I'm probably in Spain, in Barcelona (I'm international) Tryna see everything that Gaudí built And if you don't know who Gaudí is Get the fuck off the block and go see somethin', man (I- I'm international) Haha [Refrain] I got my boarding pass and I'm ready for the sky Here we go, this is it, wheels up, now let's fly
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- Murs