Wavin'

I'm feeling too good Maybe I'm too high Feels like I'm soaring staring down there from a bird's eye Nothing to cling to Let go and fly away Can't catch me slippin' if I'm gliding past these city lights Look if you need me And you can't reach me Unless you got the private chopper with no ceilings I'm way too far to stop Move too fast to ever drop This that kind of rock Make you pop or knock it off I got a diamond in the back And my wrist and fingers match Auto pilot on the ga-a-a-as I got designer shit on tap All the nightmares that you had Look me up, I'm worse than tha-a-a-a-a-at Ooo-ooh Wavin' like my plane's taking off Ooo-ooh Left em' at the gate don't wait up Plane's taking off soon Wavin' like my plane's taking off Ooo-ooh Custom private jets You can't even guess how I paid for it I feel like I could Win on bad night Bet it on black and hit the jack I read your snake eyes I wouldn't mean to Thank God that I'm this way Might catch me drippin' like Poseidon Surfing through the sky Look you can't see me You can't be me You keep on acting like the movies This ain't T.V Head knocking body shots Take it off like Mardi Gras I keep the body shop In the house like party rock I got a diamond in the back And my wrist and fingers match Auto pilot on the ga-a-a-as I got designer shit on tap All the nightmares that you had Look me up, I'm worse than tha-a-a-a-a-at