Supa dupa FLYING

Check the sky, not a bird or a plane In a nimbus cloud is where this Cali girl hangs Weaving in and out of lanes, no traffic for me Not a metaphor, I'm speaking actually Strapped onto my back is a jetpack Jets in my path like the Beatles saying get back I am exactly 20 miles high in the air You are down here, I am up there Got a supersized smile on my countenance Hot shit, stoners, you can roll an ounce to this I'm bouncing all over the place like Pong Head up to the heavens, ring the bell, "ding dong" Sippin' on vanilla malts, chillin' as I regard the tectonic faults Trace out the lines of the long Great Wall Skinny-dip for a little bit at Niagara Falls Zoom through the drive-through, hyperspeed Like, "hi, can I please get a number three?" Hamburger in my hand, cruise across the land Add a W-O, and, homie, I am the man You can't understand 'til you've done it Revvin' up the engine sky high, then gun it Stuntin' like my daddy in the trade wind flow Yo, if the air was my bitch, I'd Superman that ho