2Am In Paris ft. Ayja Lyrics

On my way to Paris but I'm feeling kinda down

It's the City of the love but I don't wanna be around

My head is in the clouds but life got me flying Spirit

I'm in first class tripping cause the pilot kind of wicked

He say we gone land but the plane is moving shifty

Shit is steady shaking got me clutching on my ticket

If this ticket get to clicking its gone pop till it get empty

Cause why I had to fly on a day that's super windy

And why the fuck it's raining why the fuck it ain't sunny

I Just want to get my bags and head to the money

Hope we landing real soon I'm about to lose my mind

Flight attendant kind of weird she smiling like she lying

So fuck that yellow cup what can I do with some air

If we crash the fuck out what can that mother fucker spare

And we

Sending it back home

Arching her spine until I'm hitting her backbone

This that heat no this ain't a rap song

I'm

Getting that cheddar so I know that the traps on

No fendi for lease bitch I'm keeping my racks long

Bitch I'm a cheese head so I'm keeping my Packs strong

I tried telling niggas not the one you can nap on

Sleeping and dozing off now I'm running the laps on

It's way too late now you thinking you back on

Niggas you can't compete think the beef put yo raps on

Talking that money talk on the net with the caps on

I'm flying the plane ain't no keeping the flaps on

Everybody sit down niggas getting they act on

And niggas is hoes so these bitches get slapped on

I'm leading the game bitch I'm putting the map on

Popping my shit like Donald bitch I'm getting my Mac on

This that rockstar lifestyle might not make it

Eyes wide shut geeked up and I'm faded

Shutting shit down the backend getting crazy

Bad lil bitch got to dance while she naked

Pack the club out but we started in them vacant

Get this shit right got no time for mistaking

I be kicking that shit you won't relate cause you basic

Running out of time bitch I'm feeling real impatient