Ah, take me with you...
|
You ground the flyboy
|
you'll be clear for miles
|
They're throwing a party
|
They're throwing vials
|
You been wearing a gymsuit
|
Flagging him down
|
Now to land this bigass bird
|
then pussy-bound
|
|
Out on the airstrip
|
the weather's is clear
|
nothing be ugly
|
can see him in here
|
|
Out on the airstrip
|
the weather's so clear
|
nothing so ugly
|
can see him in here
|
|
John hear of duress's
|
We're only guided yeah
|
we're doing ninety
|
we're doing fine
|
oh we're almost there
|
we're up there (way the fuck up there)
|
wine and having some bud
|
side door high post slo-mo
|
like no gun, no luck
|
|
Out on the airstrip
|
the weather's is clear
|
nothing be ugly
|
can see him in here
|
|
Out on the airstrip
|
the weather's so clear
|
nothing so ugly
|
can see him in here
|
|
And the girl's claps were always wild
|
when I asked her what that town did for shits
|
Well she just rolled onto the runway
|
and flashed me a picture of her kid
|
|
when the sun came up, she was hidden
|
and the speedballer started taking her high
|
I swore that morning
|
"girl we're gonna fly, we're gonna fly"
|
|
Out on the airstrip
|
the weather's is clear
|
nothing be ugly
|
can see him in here
|
|
Out on the airstrip
|
the weather's so goddamn clear
|
no nothing so ugly
|
who is gonna buy you a meal, no
|
|
-----------------
|
Out on the Airstrip
|
Urge Overkill |