I've been workin' this grave shift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky Man, man, man If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him After I fuck the manager up then I'm gonna shorten the register up Let's

You only know how to fly And I've made the same mistakes But I won't this time No I won't this time You're a pretty butterfly You keep on passing by You never land inside my hands Your home is in the sky And there's a lesson waiting to be learned

You'll understand why God made A couple guys in first class on a flight From new York to Los Angeles, Kinda making small talk killing time, Flirting with the flight attendants, Thirty thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma, Just a bunch of square

Fly away, far away. He'd made up his mind, His boss said to him Pull yourself together, Sammy was low, Just watching the show, Over and over again. He knew it was time, To leave his dead life behind.

No we can't go home like this Say you wanna leave, wanna leave When the bed's half-made and the light's blown out We can build our fate over hollow ground Open up the cage, let the birds fly out Like, like, like, like 'Cause we can't go home like this

If these wings could fly Oh lights go down In the moment we're lost and found I just wanna be by your side For the rest of our lives It made me think of you They made me think of you Oh damn these walls In the moment we're ten feet tall

On a flying buttress with stony feet? Redeem you, reclaim you, Our Lady of Pigalle Can I buy you something, can I stroke your hair, Can I hold your hand and take you somewhere? You're a young nobody, you're a perfect soul, You're an empty altar that can

Ah-ah-ah-ah If these wings could fly Oh, lights go down In the moment we're lost and found And I just wanna be by your side For the rest of our lives It made me think of you They made me think of you Oh, damn these walls

Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') Bring me some pack, fasho', fasho' (Fasho') McLaren came with the butterfly doors (Doors) I'm seventeen and I just made the Forbes (Forbes) Unlimited drip fasho' (Woo) I give your daughter some coke (Uhh) This is

He's flying High flying He could've tuned in tuned in But he tuned out A bad time nothing could save him Alone in a corridor waiting locked out He got up outta there ran for hundreds of miles He made it to the ocean had a smoke in a tree