[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