BootStrap GriMm - The Check In Lyrics

Boot

It's Mijo Music

Here for the check in, organize my connections
I got the cash, passport and the directions
Ya'll can call me the "Carry On Don"
As I carry on and have a drink to cross the pond
I hit the unknown, that's not unknown for me
You see I honed that skill nicely
By staying up nightly and showing my fight
When times were hard and I was feeding my dog rice
Outside they was making money off of that hard white
I'll starve right? And make art about those westside nights
No less I might fall down to memory lane
But I'm not doing that I'm not too attached I'm unchained

Where do we go from here? From here?
Where do we go from here? From here?

Here for the check in, standing to beep
Standing in line, standing to seat
Finding my seat, A, B - I'm feeling eyes
Someone behind don't like what they see
As always, it's just hurry up and wait
Put on my seatbelt and do a hundred yard gaze
Right out the window while thinking of info
Diving into limbo, linking the ink flow
Blah blah blah blah blah is coming from the front
While I'm la di da di da to figure out my once
Self, searching for archaic wealth
On a soul plane with nobody else, where the trophy is health

Where do we go from here? From here?
Where do we go from here? From here?
Where do we go from here? From here?
Where do we go from here? From here?

Written by William Soto
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