Flights Not Feelings

[Intro]
I be in the clouds, better catch me 'fore I dip
Lately I been on a plane more than I been in my whip (woo!)

[Verse 1]
I'm in this bitch, I'm on all types of drugs
Pass me the loud (hey!)
Just landed in Cali, they showing me love
Young black and proud (turn up)
I got purple in my blunt
I got purple in my cup
Got some yay in the pot
Got yo mama rollin' up
All my niggas getting fly
All my bitches they some models
Hollywood getting high
Bring yo friends bring some bottles
I thought you knew, I thought you knew
I'm back with the heat and it's long overdue
You need a jet just to get to my view
When I hit the club shit look like a zoo (woo!)

[Hook]
You know it's lit when we stand on the ceilings
You know we stay catching flights not feelings
I be in the clouds, better catch me 'fore I dip
Lately I been on a plane more than I been in my whip
You know

[Verse 2]
I'm dripping candy I’m pouring some lean
Like I’m from Texas
That pack come in handy I’m rolling some green (loud)
I get high for breakfast, look at my necklace
That shit be shining so reckless
You can get slayed on a Wednesday
It's no doubt that I'm really that nigga
Well at least that's what yo friends say
These niggas they tryna cramp on my steelo
My pockets bigger than ceelo, nigga
I got diamonds in my ring
I'm in the ring like my first name was Tito, nigga
I know you know, I know you know
I'm in the yo and I'm bout to blow
I'm fresher than you and that's just how it go
Watch on my wrist and they thought it was snow
Fuck is a bae? I'm up and away
I boarded in Dallas and land in L.A
Fuck out my way, I'm out in Vegas
I'm true to the game like some Garcia Vegas
My plugs are my friends, I'm up in a Benz
Got Q on the beat, yeah we did it again, unh

I'm in this bitch, I'm on all types of drugs
(Drugs, drugs, drugs)
Just landed in Cali they showing me love
Just landed in Cali they showing me love (woo!)

[Hook]
You know it's lit when we stand on the ceilings (woo!)
You know we stay catching flights not feelings
I be in the clouds, better catch me 'fore I dip
Lately I been on a plane more than I been in my whip
You know

[Verse 3]
Damn I'm so motherfucking poppin' (whip whip!)
Had some good sex in Compton (you know)
I'm smoking a blunt in my Über to Melrose
Don't talk to me if it ain't 'bout to dineros (you know)
Real smoking smoking that grade-A (grade-A)
All of my niggas be swagging (sauce)
Money is what we be having
Different designers on me they be clashing (you know)
All my niggas getting fly
All my bitches they some models (you know)
Hollywood getting high
Bring yo friends bring some bottles (you know)

[Hook] (x2)
You know it's lit when we stand on the ceilings (woo!)
You know we stay catching flights not feelings
I be in the clouds, better catch me 'fore I dip
Lately I been on a plane more than I been in my whip
You know

You know, and they be asking me like
They be like Damez, where you been?
We miss you

[Verse 4]
You know I'm always getting high
I don’t like being near the ground, the ground, the ground
And I don’t like questions
Rather you not make a sound, a sound, a sound
(Then you say)
Why you always on the move?
It’s like nobody can lock you down, you down, you down
Why you always on the move?
It’s like nobody can lock you down, you down, you down
(Yeah)
Down, you down, you down
Down, you down, you down

I be on the move

This is The Art of Extravagance