Flying Dutchman (prod. plutopoison x jibaorockin)

Lyrics

[C;]

I get flyer than the Dutchman and I just threw on something

I had learned to step the way I’m weaving thru life’s punches

Im always late to functions, its probably cause I’m puffin’

She gon me gimme jwett the way that I put that shit on

Crib look like a traphouse way she cooking with a thong.

They stressing bout my blowup like I'm defusing up a bomb

Feel like my house on fire, all this smoke up in my lungs, huh

Feel like Yoda I can sense this pack is strong

[V;]

Really I ain’t nothing without Glory, give that glory all to God

I be with Gorillas we don’t care about tomorrow,

Hope he had a vest, they hit his chest like Diddy Kong

Quick to clear air if we got smoke just like a bong

Ion believe in luck, no, ion believe karma-

Only stars and signs I know are on the inside of my car, love

Baby this a spaceship, hotbox it and feel like Martians

Imma always keep it 300, like we some Spartans

You don’t know me, I’m real short when I touch green..

Couldn’t give a fuck, even if I had three.

I be fly like a butterfly, but still hit you wit a beam.

Fly like some tumbleweeds, but still hardly ever seen

[C;]

I get flyer than the Dutchman, and I just threw on somethin

I had learned to step the way I’m weaving thru life’s punches

I’m always late to functions, its probably cause I’m puffin’

She gon me gimme jwett the way that I put that shit on.

Crib look like a traphouse way she cooking with a thong.

They stressing bout my blowup like I'm defusing up a bomb

Feel like my house on fire all this smoke up in my lungs, huh

Feel like Yoda I can sense this pack is strong

[V2;]

Really I ain’t nothing without glory give that glory all to God

I can’t trust these niggas they wired like broken jaws

I can’t even pass my blunt or even share a cough

Just because I forgave you doesn’t mean that I forgot

Niggas fighting demons, I could never be yo opp

Nigga touching blue so I feel like I’m static shock

Meanwhile getting higher than Aang ever did with Appa

Shawty get classy, but get nasty like D. Jones locker

—I done seen some dark nights I know Gotham,

Got some ‘what ifs’ but least not a coffin,

Rather live outside the box then be chalked in,

Sharper then shivs in the pent when I’m locked in.

Written by: STYEIN
Mixed by Christian Galvez "Mixedbyxb"