The Rafters Music Group - Flyover lyrics

[intro] So you know its Joe Hurley Coming in on that sad piano sh** With a love song thats written for noone Seems pretty typical at this point, but yah know, i'll just roll with it Never expected to be protected, I'm beheaded But be head over heals like I dreaded, bet it'd Get dreaded like hairs of those in trench town Tied up but not tied down, wearing a ball gown Out to dinner make the waiter take a pictcha Wanna kick it with yah, maybe hit a swisher at a dsa Nothing to clear up, some things you tell make me tear up Sitting with you, but I'm wishing you near-uh And sometimes she a rider with no stirrup, cheer up Baby so much sweeter than some syrup Rhymer and a model like jemima from the bottle Cause imma be colossal and need you to go full throttle With me, I hope you privy to these practices Of being on the mic and rapping sh**, lighting stoags then ashing it My wallet ain't got cash in it, but we get some tea to split This Rollie got some weed in it, so we could take a brief minute Gimme kisses like an Inuit, innuendo crescendo Got me feeling more relaxed than rolling off some benzos She Sweetly, dearly blowing on this endo But it ain't the end though, don't play me like Nintendo Cause I'm playing for the campaign and want you round as my dame Baby not trying to be plain, but you got your right to my name Honey we got things to do, time we waste just turns to blue But all I really want is you so time we wasted isn't true It's an internal contradiction, just like my hearts conviction But you don't got the same addiction, to me as your addition Your modesty is honestly driving me to wanna be With you every evening, I could see it oh so easily Stoaging with the boys, you could tell by my lung strength That this sh** is unsafe, can't run the same length But I can still rap raspy ready for rolling reefer I got gold in my beeper and some pa**ion in my speakers