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Hiding in plain site the astral plane might crash from taking flight go ask the captain/fuck the pilot’s dead
It’s set to auto pilot
Mile high club a thousand feet in the air it feel like all us dying
Fuck a parachute we flying where the American eagles flying soaring over sore losers trying to catch a glimpse of us vibing
We be steady mobbin feelling like guwop balling is my hobby
King of the hill and yall Bobby
I mean yall probably cooked I get the nuke and it ends all zombies
It’s not a fluke gohead and call ya mommy
I bet She know where to find me
I don’t fuck with 12 or salami
So keep the pork the pigs is right behind me that’s all folks
I tell the folks that I have growth I been developed so to never mind me