[Verse 1: Packy] Uh, Yeah, Window Seat On A Plane Only Right For A Specktator Still got my feet in the game, Pilot talking turbulence Woman next to me is nervous saying something to me I'm just noddin to these verses Everything I own up in this suitcase Labor feeling even better than the fruit taste Thats how you know it's love They tell you to do anything you wanna but no one does looking at the city lights this high
On some King Kong sh**,music you can live by On my theme song sh** Rather be real and be me than be on quick Now that we here feels good We be on deck Young and k**ing things, product of the year I kept it bottled up when feeling things Now I say it with this time I've been heating up the Winter time Everything I got I took, cuz they ain't give me mine Pack