Mac Lethal - Aviator lyrics
[Mac Lethal - Aviator lyrics]
None of you even have a clue
Aviator fly, take 'em really high
Never even see my competition in the sky
Aviator fly, super duper high
Take the mask away and kill the oxygen supply
The sky in June, it looks dark maroon
I shovel out pieces of my heart with a spoon
I'm in my El Camino, I park on the moon
See, these are fucking tears of joy
Just tears of joy i'm saying fuck this
No congratulations from the people
I came up with all of them are hating on me
Saying I'm a punk bitch
Fuck it, though, I ain't even looking twice
Y'all should have worked hard, been humble
And took advice
Ugh, I gotta lotta alcohol inside me
I love my fans cause I know that
Half of y'all are like me
And even if you don't like me
Please show respect to the fact I'm
Trying to liberate your psyche freed up
I mean I'm trying to free up people
And if you know an artist
Tell him that need a people
It's time to readjust the kick
In the snare level
It's like when Seattle rock
Killed hair metal
So happy New Year's, motherfuckers
It's looking like I've never
Gotta work at Fuddruckers
It's looking like the only thing I
Gotta do is be creative
That's the reason that I do it
I don't do it to be famous no sir
Do I thank God for giving me my talent?
Or do I thank my chemical imbalance?
The generously gentle and degenerate jackass
Hate is not the new
It's just primitive backlash yes sir
So readjust your bow tie, readjust your suit
Every single one of you still needs us
This the proof and death can't stop me
It's a beautiful obsession
I'm going past the light
Like a funeral procession
Freed up, I mean I'm yelling kingdom come
I always walk to the beat of my own drum
I always walk to the beat of my own drum
And I stand by the words that
Come from my own tongue
From Abbie Hoffman to Andy Kaufman
I'm gonna be buried in the candy coffin
I'm gonna rap hard hoping it'll pay bills
Or I'll blow birds up
Like I'm Randy Johnson
Looking in the mirror saying, "Damn
He's awesome"
Briefcase of money, going mansion shopping
Fall bar, nice glass of brandy popping
Jaguar pool, exotic plants, and dolphins
Parents these days in the 90s
Used to say that "Hanson's awesome
Pearl Jam rules!"
Guys in tight jeans with girl shampoo
If magic stopped being sick the world can
Too and so can you
It's overdue
So suck a little juice from the soulful fruit
Stop running 'round with such
A fucking hopeless crew
And get down Black Clover fool
Certified gangsters
Aviator fly, take 'em really high
Never even see my competition in the sky
Aviator fly, super duper high
Take the mask away and kill the oxygen supply
The sky in June, it looks dark maroon
I shovel out pieces of my heart with a spoon
I'm in my El Camino, I park on the moon
See, these are fucking tears of joy
Just tears of joy i'm saying fuck this
No congratulations from the people
I came up with all of them are hating on me
Saying I'm a punk bitch
Fuck it, though, I ain't even looking twice
Y'all should have worked hard, been humble
And took advice
Ugh, I gotta lotta alcohol inside me
I love my fans cause I know that
Half of y'all are like me
And even if you don't like me
Please show respect to the fact I'm
Trying to liberate your psyche freed up
I mean I'm trying to free up people
And if you know an artist
Tell him that need a people
It's time to readjust the kick
In the snare level
It's like when Seattle rock
Killed hair metal
So happy New Year's, motherfuckers
It's looking like I've never
Gotta work at Fuddruckers
It's looking like the only thing I
Gotta do is be creative
That's the reason that I do it
I don't do it to be famous no sir
Do I thank God for giving me my talent?
Or do I thank my chemical imbalance?
The generously gentle and degenerate jackass
Hate is not the new
It's just primitive backlash yes sir
So readjust your bow tie, readjust your suit
Every single one of you still needs us
This the proof and death can't stop me
It's a beautiful obsession
I'm going past the light
Like a funeral procession
Freed up, I mean I'm yelling kingdom come
I always walk to the beat of my own drum
I always walk to the beat of my own drum
And I stand by the words that
Come from my own tongue
From Abbie Hoffman to Andy Kaufman
I'm gonna be buried in the candy coffin
I'm gonna rap hard hoping it'll pay bills
Or I'll blow birds up
Like I'm Randy Johnson
Looking in the mirror saying, "Damn
He's awesome"
Briefcase of money, going mansion shopping
Fall bar, nice glass of brandy popping
Jaguar pool, exotic plants, and dolphins
Parents these days in the 90s
Used to say that "Hanson's awesome
Pearl Jam rules!"
Guys in tight jeans with girl shampoo
If magic stopped being sick the world can
Too and so can you
It's overdue
So suck a little juice from the soulful fruit
Stop running 'round with such
A fucking hopeless crew
And get down Black Clover fool
Certified gangsters