Welcome to the flight club, I'm living everyday like I'm rocking in the nightclub
I put a lil' lucy under my tongue, I see some new colors when the night's done
But she don't got a man and she might f*ck, and she been tryna chill, tryna light up
She pull up to the crib with the white dust
And I told her that it's chill but the young legend isn't tryna die young
All these bitches got me on my toes like Michael, blunts rotating, head rushing, got me psycho
Jesus Christ, weed and liquor got me crossed up, I'm so wavy and your man so washed up
Nick Rose bitch, you could put it on a jersey, Outoftune but I'm still singing pitch perfect
10-6-3 on my back like I'm Atlas, I could make a whole OZ do a backflip
Spit facts when I rap shit, I don't practice, I just wrap spliffs, smoke 'em up with a bad bitch
Shawty got an ass that could stop traffic, see me pulling up in your tax bracket, it's happening
Pull up to the crib with the sauce, see me cheffin', she could get the work on spot, no question
Nights like this I show up and everybody goes breathless, so don't test it, yeah
Welcome to the flight club, I'm living everyday like I'm rocking in the nightclub
I put a lil' lucy under my tongue, I see some new colors when the night's done
Welcome to the flight club, I'm living everyday like I'm rocking in the nightclub
I put a lil' lucy under my tongue, I see some new colors when the night's done
But she don't got a man and she might f*ck, and she been tryna chill, tryna light up
She pull up to the crib with the white dust
And I told her that it's chill but the young legend isn't tryna die young
Nice view from the 27th floor, pill bottles everywhere, had to set the score
Took a trip to Neverland, more like never more, my therapist asked me "have you been dead before?"
Waking up, waking
Waking up just to fall asleep again, dreaming colors and patterns I'll never see again
Eating bowls of cereal so I can save my check, I wish I went to Liv's funeral to pay respects
Death is a staple in my mindset, always contemplating how much time left
Questioned everything since I could climb steps, my whole purpose lies in whatever I rhyme next
I'm out here searching for nirvana by drowning in pools of liquor and breathing in marijuana
If this is how it feels at the peak, I'm about to jump out from forty thousand feet
Welcome to the flight club
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Welcome to the flight club, I'm living everyday like I'm rocking in the nightclub
I put a lil' lucy under my tongue, I see some new colors when the night's done
But she don't got a man and she might f*ck, and she been tryna chill, tryna light up
She pull up to the crib with the white dust
And I told her that it's chill but the young legend isn't tryna die young
All these bitches got me on my toes like Michael, blunts rotating, head rushing, got me psycho
Jesus Christ, weed and liquor got me crossed up, I'm so wavy and your man so washed up
Nick Rose bitch, you could put it on a jersey, Outoftune but I'm still singing pitch perfect
10-6-3 on my back like I'm Atlas, I could make a whole OZ do a backflip
Spit facts when I rap shit, I don't practice, I just wrap spliffs, smoke 'em up with a bad bitch
Shawty got an ass that could stop traffic, see me pulling up in your tax bracket, it's happening
Pull up to the crib with the sauce, see me cheffin', she could get the work on spot, no question
Nights like this I show up and everybody goes breathless, so don't test it, yeah
Welcome to the flight club, I'm living everyday like I'm rocking in the nightclub
I put a lil' lucy under my tongue, I see some new colors when the night's done
Welcome to the flight club, I'm living everyday like I'm rocking in the nightclub
I put a lil' lucy under my tongue, I see some new colors when the night's done
But she don't got a man and she might f*ck, and she been tryna chill, tryna light up
She pull up to the crib with the white dust
And I told her that it's chill but the young legend isn't tryna die young
Nice view from the 27th floor, pill bottles everywhere, had to set the score
Took a trip to Neverland, more like never more, my therapist asked me "have you been dead before?"
Waking up, waking
Waking up just to fall asleep again, dreaming colors and patterns I'll never see again
Eating bowls of cereal so I can save my check, I wish I went to Liv's funeral to pay respects
Death is a staple in my mindset, always contemplating how much time left
Questioned everything since I could climb steps, my whole purpose lies in whatever I rhyme next
I'm out here searching for nirvana by drowning in pools of liquor and breathing in marijuana
If this is how it feels at the peak, I'm about to jump out from forty thousand feet
Welcome to the flight club
I put a lil' lucy under my tongue, I see some new colors when the night's done
But she don't got a man and she might f*ck, and she been tryna chill, tryna light up
She pull up to the crib with the white dust
And I told her that it's chill but the young legend isn't tryna die young
All these bitches got me on my toes like Michael, blunts rotating, head rushing, got me psycho
Jesus Christ, weed and liquor got me crossed up, I'm so wavy and your man so washed up
Nick Rose bitch, you could put it on a jersey, Outoftune but I'm still singing pitch perfect
10-6-3 on my back like I'm Atlas, I could make a whole OZ do a backflip
Spit facts when I rap shit, I don't practice, I just wrap spliffs, smoke 'em up with a bad bitch
Shawty got an ass that could stop traffic, see me pulling up in your tax bracket, it's happening
Pull up to the crib with the sauce, see me cheffin', she could get the work on spot, no question
Nights like this I show up and everybody goes breathless, so don't test it, yeah
Welcome to the flight club, I'm living everyday like I'm rocking in the nightclub
I put a lil' lucy under my tongue, I see some new colors when the night's done
Welcome to the flight club, I'm living everyday like I'm rocking in the nightclub
I put a lil' lucy under my tongue, I see some new colors when the night's done
But she don't got a man and she might f*ck, and she been tryna chill, tryna light up
She pull up to the crib with the white dust
And I told her that it's chill but the young legend isn't tryna die young
Nice view from the 27th floor, pill bottles everywhere, had to set the score
Took a trip to Neverland, more like never more, my therapist asked me "have you been dead before?"
Waking up, waking
Waking up just to fall asleep again, dreaming colors and patterns I'll never see again
Eating bowls of cereal so I can save my check, I wish I went to Liv's funeral to pay respects
Death is a staple in my mindset, always contemplating how much time left
Questioned everything since I could climb steps, my whole purpose lies in whatever I rhyme next
I'm out here searching for nirvana by drowning in pools of liquor and breathing in marijuana
If this is how it feels at the peak, I'm about to jump out from forty thousand feet
Welcome to the flight club
Writer: Nicholas Costantini
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