Flying Away

[Intro] Sour Hour [Chorus] I'm flyin' away Here I go, here I go Got a little bit of drink in my cup Little something to smoke, a little something to smoke Call me later, call me later I ain't comin' back around Call me later, call me later 'Cause I don't think I'm comin' down [Verse 1] Haha, uh You can find me way up in the clouds, flyin' through the stratosphere Don't need three strikes to know I'm outta here Way far, boy, I ain't even on your radar Learned to treat every single game like it's the playoffs I ain't got a day job, chillin' for the moment Blowin' potent, my schedule's pretty open Eat, chief, grind and sleep And if I'm in the mood, go and find a freak I am above and beyond, puffin' 'til the weed gone Eons and eons, I'm tryna get my cheese long Cup of tea and some china plates to eat on Tempur-Pedic mattress that I count my sheep and sleep on Flyer than a helicopter, homie, you a kamikaze Feelin' good like I popped a molly Drivin' slow, I ain't gettin' stopped by no cops Speakers keep punchin' like a Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robot (Aha) [Chorus] I'm flyin' away Here I go, here I go Got a little bit of drink in my cup Little something to smoke, a little something to smoke Call me later, call me later I ain't comin' back around Call me later, call me later 'Cause I don't think I'm comin' down [Verse 2] Ha, yeah, look I smoke my weed from the Garden of Eden Followin' a dream that ain't hard to believe in My money European, got a market in Sweden Hittin' on this L 'til it's harder to breath and to see No iPhone, I got a 'droid, bitch I'm makin' money now, you unemployed, bitch Ha, twenty-four, livin' at your mom's crib Get ya ass up, go and get a job, shit I'm on the road, puttin' money in my pockets Plus, the kid got the finest ho to go to prom wit' To be honest, I'm the illest now For real, I'm feelin' like killin' it up in Tinseltown Ask the bitches I'm hittin', they know I get around You? Another face in the crowd I'm stayin' on your girl's mind She screamin' out like it's her first time, ha [Outro: Marc Cohen & Stephen Baldwin] Hey, man, we're out of papers All right. Then get me a toilet paper roll, a corkscrew and some tin foil We don't have a corkscrew All right, then get me an avocado, an ice pick And my snorkel. Trust me, bro I've made bongs with less. Hurry up!