Fluffy clouds Jumping rainbows Alcohol on my hands I got plans To ditch myself and get outside Dancing women Throwing plates Decapitating their laughing dates Swirling chickens caught in flight

I'm a boy and I'm a man I gotta get away Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm eighteen

I got plans tonight And you, you know what I like And you're approaching me right But I gotta make sure it's right for me But you gotta work that thing right for me So take the stage just show me what you got Feeling lucky let me touch your spot Might be

I'm that bitch, I'm that bitch I'm that, I'm that, I'm that I'm that, I'm that Uh, I be spillin' sauce Uh, I got no plans of fallin' off Uh, y'all niggas too soft Icy, icy, icy, icy

Going down. I'm going down 'Cause you aint around, baby. I'm going down. Time on my hands since you've been away boy I ain't got no plans no, no, no, no. And the sound of the rain, against my windowpain. Is slowly, slowly driving me insane.

I'm tryna do it all tonight, I got plans I got a certain lust for life, and as it stands Everything is going as right as it can They tryna shoot down my flight, before it lands Before it lands, but you could miss me with all that Diss me, then crawl back

You can't hurt me now I surrender You can't hurt me now, I'm gone from you You can't reach me where I've gone to I surrender Same cycle happen every day Same characters same play My game plan's become clear Gotta find a way out of here There ain't no

Oh, I dinna care, said Sandy If the elders now approve I've a chick where plans are dandy And I'm in a mellow groove Now the bonnie bonnie lassies With the kilties on their chassis Have forgotten all about the highland fling Young and old folks get

You can't hurt me now I surrender You can't hurt me now, I'm gone from you You can't reach me where I've gone to I surrender Same cycle happen every day Same characters same play My game plan's become clear Gotta find a way out of here There ain't no

I'm a man, man, I ain't runnin? I'ma stand wit my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to be I gotta live to be one hundred and three You could get popped, it's a possibility up in my vicinity Poppin? off with that hostile energy, in a hospital