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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Darden
Tyler Darden
Songwriter

Lyrics

Jump on a jet I go overseas
Just to see a site
Can't believe that my necklace
Looks like colored lights
Get geeked in the morning on a flight
Get geeked in the morning on a flight
I got bags sitting on bags
Feel like baggage claim
She's so bad she serving beck'
In the back of the plane
She's so cap she did that
That bitch gave me a brain
Woah
Yeah, I touched down, in the city
Got a bustdown, on my wrist
Told her turn around, we get busy
We get busy
We got litty
I gotta put that lil boy on a shirt
Told him put that boy on a shirt, told him
Yeah, wrist it look like snow globe
Feel like a fish out the fishbowl
I got blood on my insoles
Insoles, yeah
Neck like Flintstones
You can check all my stones
Put that pill on my tongue
Jump on a jet I go overseas
Just to see a site
Can't believe that my necklace
Looks like colored lights
Get geeked in the morning on a flight
Get geeked in the morning on a flight
I got bags sitting on bags
Feel like baggage claim
She's so bad she serving beck'
In the back of the plane
Woah
Woah
Woah
Written by: Tyler Darden
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