Mac Miller - Flying Away lyrics
[Mac Miller - Flying Away lyrics]
Sour Hour
I'm flyin' away here I go, here I go
Got a little bit of drink in my cup
Little something to smoke
A little something to smoke
Call me later, call me later
I ain't comin' back around
Call me later, call me later
'Cause, I don't think I'm comin' down
Haha, uh
You can find me way up in the clouds
Flyin' through the stratosphere
Don't need three strikes to
Know I'm outta here
Boy, I ain't even on your radar
Learned to play every single game
Like it's the playoffs
I ain't got a day job
Chillin' for the moment
Blowin' potent, my schedule's pretty open
Eat, chief, grind and sleep
And if I'm in the mood go and find a freak
I am above and beyond
Puffin' 'til the weed gone
Eons and eons, I'm tryna get my cheese long
Cup of tea and some china plates to eat on
Tempur-Pedic mattress that I count my
Sheep and sleep on
Flyer than a helicopter, homie
You a kamikaze
Feelin' good like I popped a molly
Drivin' slow
I ain't gettin' stopped by no cops
Speakers keep punchin' like a Rock
'Em Sock 'Em Robot (Aha)
I'm flyin' away here I go, here I go
Got a little bit of drink in my cup
Little something to smoke
A little something to smoke
Call me later, call me later
I ain't comin' back around
Call me later, call me later
'Cause, I don't think I'm comin' down
Uh, huh, yeah, look
I smoke my weed from the Garden of Eden
Followin' a dream that ain't
Hard to believe in
My money European, got a market in Sweden
Hittin' on this L 'til it's harder
To breath and to see
No iPhone, I got a 'droid, bitch
I'm makin' money now, you unemployed, bitch
Ha, 24, livin' at your moms crib
Get ya ass up, go and get a job, shit
I'm on the road, puttin' money in my pockets
Plus the kid got the finest ho
To go to prom wit'
To be honest, I'm the illest now for real
I'm feelin' like killin' it up in Tinseltown
Ask the bitches I'm hittin'
They know I get around
You? Another face in the crowd
I'm stayin' on your girls mind
She screamin' out like it's her first time
Ha
"Hey, man, we're out of papers"
"All right then get me a toilet paper roll
A corkscrew and some tin foil"
"We don't have a corkscrew"
"All right then get me an avocado, an
Ice pick and my snorkel trust me
Bro i've made bongs with less hurry up!"
I'm flyin' away here I go, here I go
Got a little bit of drink in my cup
Little something to smoke
A little something to smoke
Call me later, call me later
I ain't comin' back around
Call me later, call me later
'Cause, I don't think I'm comin' down
Haha, uh
You can find me way up in the clouds
Flyin' through the stratosphere
Don't need three strikes to
Know I'm outta here
Boy, I ain't even on your radar
Learned to play every single game
Like it's the playoffs
I ain't got a day job
Chillin' for the moment
Blowin' potent, my schedule's pretty open
Eat, chief, grind and sleep
And if I'm in the mood go and find a freak
I am above and beyond
Puffin' 'til the weed gone
Eons and eons, I'm tryna get my cheese long
Cup of tea and some china plates to eat on
Tempur-Pedic mattress that I count my
Sheep and sleep on
Flyer than a helicopter, homie
You a kamikaze
Feelin' good like I popped a molly
Drivin' slow
I ain't gettin' stopped by no cops
Speakers keep punchin' like a Rock
'Em Sock 'Em Robot (Aha)
I'm flyin' away here I go, here I go
Got a little bit of drink in my cup
Little something to smoke
A little something to smoke
Call me later, call me later
I ain't comin' back around
Call me later, call me later
'Cause, I don't think I'm comin' down
Uh, huh, yeah, look
I smoke my weed from the Garden of Eden
Followin' a dream that ain't
Hard to believe in
My money European, got a market in Sweden
Hittin' on this L 'til it's harder
To breath and to see
No iPhone, I got a 'droid, bitch
I'm makin' money now, you unemployed, bitch
Ha, 24, livin' at your moms crib
Get ya ass up, go and get a job, shit
I'm on the road, puttin' money in my pockets
Plus the kid got the finest ho
To go to prom wit'
To be honest, I'm the illest now for real
I'm feelin' like killin' it up in Tinseltown
Ask the bitches I'm hittin'
They know I get around
You? Another face in the crowd
I'm stayin' on your girls mind
She screamin' out like it's her first time
Ha
"Hey, man, we're out of papers"
"All right then get me a toilet paper roll
A corkscrew and some tin foil"
"We don't have a corkscrew"
"All right then get me an avocado, an
Ice pick and my snorkel trust me
Bro i've made bongs with less hurry up!"