put a ring on alicia hand, This lost boy got fly without peter pan, And my delivery just got me buzzin like the pizza man, In person I am everything and
the bass No time to waste just dog the place R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A To
move snowflakes by the O-Z I guess even back then you can call me CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'! Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire I be the, music biz number
funk them I am climbin' See me smilin', lookin' wily, got a loced out face Suckas think they close to me? Deep inside I feel disgrace Playa Fly will never mention pan
can't say, "You don't go and forget the down times And the walk while i was with the bad man" Many to fly right? Masterplan Miracle flight like Pan-Am
shows Wit the cops trying to control the crowd But they can't, systems crank "So What'cha Saying"'s pumping loud Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am
: [Chorus] Weeed makes me fly without visa Dont give me coke nor crack or rum Cigarette smoke is just no good I am juss a ganja man Makes me fly without
a ring on Alicia hand This lost boy got fly without Peter Pan And my delivery just got me buzzin' like the pizza man In person, I am everything and
up the bass No time to waste just dog the place R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.
move snowflakes by the O Z I guess even back then you can call me C.E.O. of the ROC, Hov' Fresh out the fryin' pan into the fire I be the, music biz
New Orleans My rims so clean they spinnin like a world-wind Pull up at the club bitches textin they girlfriends They know who i is they know who i am
your face in the morning light I hope you're always gonna be around The times I struggle to understand why The ancient proverbs like, "Who am I? Why am
seats; Now pop your bottles, blow your cush, fuck what your man say; 'Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the pan play... [Trey Songz - Chorus
Hy, hy, hy, hy, hyperventilating See your smile's, got me high And I'm begging to be part of your sky I will fly, seven four seven, twenty-four seven What am
I'll make a big rock and roll hit I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore I am, I am, I am so yours I am a big car, and I'm a strip bar Call it
close to me now What am I supposed to do? Back from Polaris to Paris to Northern Lights Real life is what you make it So let's make something fly Get
a hungry nuisance Its money over bitches that i am going to keep provin' Its weezy f i got ya momma cruisin' out of all the hot boyz she say i am the
