Sammy Adams, Curren$y - Jets Over Boston lyrics
[Sammy Adams, Curren$y - Jets Over Boston lyrics]
Yeah (Adams, yeah) Fly Jets Over Boston
Yeah oh we not playing with 'em
White picket fence not me I'm
On the top floor
Roof top city spot looking over all yours
(I see ya) chillin' with a crush I don't
Really have time for
I'm the 3 white keys in C, you're a minor
Knew my shit bang when my
Music hit the highways
Found out that hard work
Pays off like Fridays
And, plenty of people do this our age
But don't seem to be blowin'
Like Penelope and Johnny's
Sorry, sound so big headed
I'm just flowin' no clue
Where this clouds headed (no way, no clue)
Never been addicted to the fame
No star fetish
You worried 'bout yours, but we
Count all of this, uh
All we gon' do is spit that reals
So if you fake then don't come round here
Oh you thought that this was your year?
There's the door get the fuck outta here
I'm not playin, I'm just sayin
I'm not playin, I'm just sayin
I'm not playin, I'm just sayin
I'm not playin
Uh, and when it all come down to it
The homie Spitta do his thing you
Gotta give it to him
Refer in 3rd person tell
Myself about my music
You got them screen door lyrics
We can see through 'em
You and your team don't get it
How you say you doin'
You just tryna keep the crowd
Moving lying to 'em
Disrespecting the game and gettin'
Paid for it lost sight of what you first
Got in the game for
I seen it all from my stadium seat chair
Number 1 rolled OG brand new
Old sneaks man what you mean?
It's like club life shoppin'
In a time machine
Kinda light headed in my heavy Chevy
Talkin' to my light skinned red
Bone on my blackberry
Headed wherever I haven't been already
Fuck all else jets over Everett
All we gon' do is spit that reals
So if you fake then don't come round here
Oh you thought that this was your year?
Here's the door get the fuck outta here
I'm not playin, I'm just sayin
I'm not playin, I'm just sayin
I'm not playin, I'm just sayin (straight up)
Word to Sam, fool roll me another one
Yeah oh we not playing with 'em
White picket fence not me I'm
On the top floor
Roof top city spot looking over all yours
(I see ya) chillin' with a crush I don't
Really have time for
I'm the 3 white keys in C, you're a minor
Knew my shit bang when my
Music hit the highways
Found out that hard work
Pays off like Fridays
And, plenty of people do this our age
But don't seem to be blowin'
Like Penelope and Johnny's
Sorry, sound so big headed
I'm just flowin' no clue
Where this clouds headed (no way, no clue)
Never been addicted to the fame
No star fetish
You worried 'bout yours, but we
Count all of this, uh
All we gon' do is spit that reals
So if you fake then don't come round here
Oh you thought that this was your year?
There's the door get the fuck outta here
I'm not playin, I'm just sayin
I'm not playin, I'm just sayin
I'm not playin, I'm just sayin
I'm not playin
Uh, and when it all come down to it
The homie Spitta do his thing you
Gotta give it to him
Refer in 3rd person tell
Myself about my music
You got them screen door lyrics
We can see through 'em
You and your team don't get it
How you say you doin'
You just tryna keep the crowd
Moving lying to 'em
Disrespecting the game and gettin'
Paid for it lost sight of what you first
Got in the game for
I seen it all from my stadium seat chair
Number 1 rolled OG brand new
Old sneaks man what you mean?
It's like club life shoppin'
In a time machine
Kinda light headed in my heavy Chevy
Talkin' to my light skinned red
Bone on my blackberry
Headed wherever I haven't been already
Fuck all else jets over Everett
All we gon' do is spit that reals
So if you fake then don't come round here
Oh you thought that this was your year?
Here's the door get the fuck outta here
I'm not playin, I'm just sayin
I'm not playin, I'm just sayin
I'm not playin, I'm just sayin (straight up)
Word to Sam, fool roll me another one