Dumbfoundead, Andrew Garcia - BRB lyrics
[Dumbfoundead, Andrew Garcia - BRB lyrics]
I'mma be right back
Fire up the jet pack, no plans to
Land or head back stacking bread
Jackin' cheese off a trap of dead rats
Flap my wings and sweat raps, the captain
Needs a wet nap get the Zags
And blunt wraps grab the swisher gut that
Pack your bags
Get some traction blasting off the
Launch pad you might get
The ashes on you I don't think you want that
Ain't gotta help me up I did
That for my drunk dad
Been there done that I don't
Need to flaunt that i'm on that grown shit
Blow dro smoke spliffs
Four door space shuttle out the O-zone, shit
I don't fly coach I coach folks on
Fly-ness boatloads of dope flows, hope flows
The tides in gold touch of Midas
Post up and light it get toasty
Stay crispy like a roast duck
That's flying i'm in the
Sky and I ain't sure when I'll be coming down
Go ahead without me I'll be
On the next shuttle out
Haven't been home in a
Minute, so independent no
And no way to know wher I'm going
But, I'm gonna be right back
Flown to the limit's
Always been a mission so distant
I keep missing my
Flights back but I'm gonna be right back
Looking for a Co-captain, nice ass
Blows grass don't ask
And don't trip closed lips and no captions
Flown solo the road's lonely
When dough's stackin'
Too many hoes that wanna row
The moat after i want passion a
Fly girl I won't crash it
The whole road to ourselves
Yeah we both travelin' coast to coast
Toast Rose' with cold glasses
We won't fasten our seat belts
We're so bad we're punk
Rock Ramones jacket and
Sunglasses boeing 7-47 watch it float past ya
Overheads, man my flow so NASA shit
Is breath taking the flow
So asthma first class smash definition
Of the word swag
Earth below my Chucks catch me up
Where the birds at that's in
The sky and I ain't sure
When I'll be coming down
Go ahead without me I'll be
On the next shuttle out
Fire up the jet pack, no plans to
Land or head back stacking bread
Jackin' cheese off a trap of dead rats
Flap my wings and sweat raps, the captain
Needs a wet nap get the Zags
And blunt wraps grab the swisher gut that
Pack your bags
Get some traction blasting off the
Launch pad you might get
The ashes on you I don't think you want that
Ain't gotta help me up I did
That for my drunk dad
Been there done that I don't
Need to flaunt that i'm on that grown shit
Blow dro smoke spliffs
Four door space shuttle out the O-zone, shit
I don't fly coach I coach folks on
Fly-ness boatloads of dope flows, hope flows
The tides in gold touch of Midas
Post up and light it get toasty
Stay crispy like a roast duck
That's flying i'm in the
Sky and I ain't sure when I'll be coming down
Go ahead without me I'll be
On the next shuttle out
Haven't been home in a
Minute, so independent no
And no way to know wher I'm going
But, I'm gonna be right back
Flown to the limit's
Always been a mission so distant
I keep missing my
Flights back but I'm gonna be right back
Looking for a Co-captain, nice ass
Blows grass don't ask
And don't trip closed lips and no captions
Flown solo the road's lonely
When dough's stackin'
Too many hoes that wanna row
The moat after i want passion a
Fly girl I won't crash it
The whole road to ourselves
Yeah we both travelin' coast to coast
Toast Rose' with cold glasses
We won't fasten our seat belts
We're so bad we're punk
Rock Ramones jacket and
Sunglasses boeing 7-47 watch it float past ya
Overheads, man my flow so NASA shit
Is breath taking the flow
So asthma first class smash definition
Of the word swag
Earth below my Chucks catch me up
Where the birds at that's in
The sky and I ain't sure
When I'll be coming down
Go ahead without me I'll be
On the next shuttle out