Thierry Demers - Fly All the Time lyrics

Certain days i get perma-blazed off the purple haze Puffin' herbal strains, words and names that's obscure and strange I burned the stage at a early age, you heard the name From rural trains to service lanes, the surface stained I turned the page with a irk to change but swerve the same Shine like the sun behind the scenes like some curtain shades Slurrin' and spittin' is the only time your verses spray I heard a lot of garbage-a** rappers, but you're the worst to date Beast lurkin' on you, flossin' in your flyest gear They figure they'll get you some day, by then you outta here I hit the sky like i skipped town on a WestJet flight Sleep on your rhymebook and bedwet, right? I piss on your sheets, by the time you run and get the police I'll be above the clouds with some pidgeons, sh**tin' on your fitteds Listen, i get so high off this weed we burnin' That my couch talks to me like Pee-wee Herman Certain days i get perma-blazed off the purple haze ...son, i don't even walk Yo we the flyest, the livest as plane crash survivors "so fly i need a pa**port just to walk" You know how i do when i get this high, dude Buggin' at the drive-thru, screamin' "GIMME MY FOOD" It's a stungun stickup out the window on my one-ton pick-up 'less my chicken nuggets gettin' done quick enough Listen up, we about to blaze - how you gon complain? Coming out your face about my life like i'd give a f** Yeah i know you think you're tough That'll last as long as the stash of your mom's prescription d** that y'all been sniffin' up Forget the love, all you get is some pity daps Cop some New Era 59/50 fitted jimmy hats 'cause you a p**y when you high, f*ggy when you drunk I get p**y when i'm high, scrappy when i'm drunk Got your panties in a bunch But yo it's not my fault that your wifey's wildin' out up in the backseat of my truck And what? she's the one that wants to stroll through the park Yeah you might light up her life but my trees glow in the dark My gear is light luggage, made by the Wright Brothers My kicks got wings, i'm gettin' with flight clubbers Forget where the mic plug is, if you spit and recite rubbish Don't think we won't remember your signature bite, vultures I keep your ears smokin' on stereo mic drums Got k**ed by my dumb wife, mean my widow is white, son I was born with a third lung and my skin's so green Thought i fell from the sky and landed in Area 5-1 Stereotype s*ut, brought the berry & lime dutch So honey-dip stay red as the cherry on my blunt Pulled out the blade but she wasn't hairy as my nuts Slittin' the competition? that's Nancy Kerrigan-wise cuts This paranoid dime's f**ed - she carry a nine, tucked Still sharing divine skunk with various, fine smut Dope and fly as Aeroplan miles for h**n vials We the flyest, the livest since plane-crash survivors