Verse I. . I drop in with my face to the wind. Spin 180 for the win. But I cant find my feet its like I lost the beat. Mid air and theres no plan Bs. Hit the streets,.
[Chorus:]. If we ever come back down we gon catch the next flight up. If we ever come back down we gon catch the next flight up. If we ever come back down we gon catch the next flight up.
Something tells me that you were rebelling. Although we know you have to slip away. Part of your routine, repeating the same thing. (No sleep, just sweat, no rest).
Bitches take your clothes off. Homie let the money talk. I don't really care if you a baller or a big boss. (It's a strip club). Bitches take your clothes off.