Flight School REMIX

Alright first off, this whole song wasn't intended for anybody lol and second, me and my little bro were just tryna have some fun with some pretty dope lines. it's a change from all the R&B songs that i've made, so enjooyy =)

Lyrics:
Graduated from the ground, now im on my way up
Hater's told me I couldn't muster (Mustard) now they can't catch up (Ketchup)
Second chance overrated, my first chance a blessing,
So I took my first chance, and started progressing


Im one with the universe, the stars the limit,
My fly status outta this world, the way that it orbits
You cant tell me different, cause this is my year
Im on cruise control, your just my rear view mirror


Stuck under flight school I just couldn't escape,
Now I got an S on my chest, just minus the cape


She ask me "damn boy, how you get so fly?"

I told her there wasn't anything I couldn't defy
Like fear, the truth, but most importantly gravity
The last of a dying breed, flights school's army


I've never been so fly, kiss the ground goodbye
Told Houston there aint a problem with me and the sky

It's like im livin, and I just died before
Kryptonite couldn't stop me cause im ready for war,
ready for more, I drop my wings, im ready to soar,
now I keep it on lock, like a key in a drawer


Was I suppose to feel sorry for the things I didn't get?
Well its not like you made friends with the people you met
The hardest part, is that you said I couldn't do it
Now I'm lookin down on you, like you were my student
You see me soaring now, and your hating cause I made it?
I can see you in the corner, mind-state devastated
You hate it, but there aint nothing you could do about it
I'm on cloud 9, your fake like the wings you painted
You cant see me , like maze on your face
I heard nasa called, cause you're an effin waste of space
Tryna bring me down, homie I just get back up
If I im not king of the city, I aint off by much
Damn hater, I can see your whole life is a mess
Like my mother's name was blessin' I was born for success
You can never go where I go, cause homie you and I know
being fly takes one word, that I wrote
ill show you how to get it, instead of me now your faded
I'm shooting for the stars, kinda like Dwayne wade
and all these imitators, got me running outta patience
you can call me a doctor, served your ass like a waiter

Category:

Music

Tags:

• t-pain
• ft.
• kanye
• west
• flight
• school
• remix
• cover
• hiphop
• r&b
• 2010
• 2011
• music
• rap