Blast Off (2016) - Alex Key

I can hear you now, it's the same old story Cutting me down with your tales of glory I can't see the point, anyway You said to go to school, need to get a real job Marry a girl then you work work don't stop I can't see the point, anyway When you gonna grow up? (Grow up) Destiny's slipping away You gotta grow up! (Grow up) You're all the same, you're just my enemy I'm blasting off so say goodbye My final words are in the sky You take a look and see me flying, I'm flying! I'm merely aiming for the stars It's just a path that's in my heart You gotta look to see me flying, I'm flying! I can hear you now testing all my patience Carrying on pointless conversations I refuse your points, anyway I got an attitude and I can't see reason So damn rude like I'm the king of treason What backs up your points, anyway? When you gonna grow up? (Grow up) Destiny's slipping away You gotta grow up! (Grow up) You're all the same, you're just my enemy I'm blasting off so say goodbye My final words are in the sky You take a look and see me flying, I'm flying! I'm merely aiming for the stars It's just a path that's in my heart You gotta look to see me flying, I'm flying! It's the life to be young To be happy to see That the future is bright That was caught in between a moment, a moment, a moment I'll be honest the good Always misunderstood Yeah the future is bright Even though it's a fight in this moment, this moment, this moment I'm blasting off so say goodbye My final words are in the sky You take a look and see me flying, I'm flying! I'm merely aiming for the stars It's just a path that's in my heart You gotta look to see me flying, I'm flying! Say goodbye, my final words are in the sky Say goodbye, my final words are in the sky

Come wit me let's fly away Take you to my hideaway Baby we can find a way We can do all kind of thangs Blast off Spaceship we can blast off All these bad thoughts I don't speak I let the cash talk Gas runnin low I gotta fill up Suited up I'm a boss I'm a fit it up Feelin kinda lost man I miss my home Runnin thru the city Like I'm 24 I'm an alien I can't understand you Differnt planets ain't no jet that can land you Culture raised so u know I brought the fam thru They say that I should take over well I plan to Get up out my way I do not have time today They say they ain't with the games but they find the time to play They say that I made mistakes I might make some more tonight They say that I took a L I said that's just part of life But if what I'm doin wrong I don't wanna be right So miss me with ur bullshit I'm just tryna catch a vibe I get it wit my guys Split the whole pie Vanilla on the whip It be drippin off the ride Come wit me let's fly away Take you to my hideaway Baby we can find a way We can do all kind of thangs Blast off Spaceship we can blast off All these bad thoughts I don't speak I let the cash talk I'm just doin me, they be actin hard Livin off the trees, I'm an avatar Doin for me, ain't doin it for you I'm just tryna get it with the ppl that I know I'm talkin bout my woes, I'm takin bout my home Unpredictable I'm a keep em on they toes I'm a Island boy, I'm just ridin my wave We brought all the noise, n we Comin yo way Break it down, break it down Know that every time I come around, they around Told my cuzzin bring the spaceship round, we dippin out Got the 5th up in the rocket now drink it down But I tell em no way They ain't pay attention well they'll get the picture some day Cuz I never really gave a fuck about they say Feelin like I'm usher because I'm a do it my way Smokin on on the porch like I'm a ice cube back in Friday Friday told em im a do it my way my way Do a hunnit on the high way high way Get the fuck outta my way my way I'm a tell em Blast off Spaceship we can blast off All these bad thoughts I don't speak I let the cash talk Come wit me let's fly away Take you to my hideaway Baby we can find a way We can do all kind of thangs

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Big Glock, Key Rex, might cop a T-rex (yeah) Chopper sing, Keith Sweat, banana clip, eat that Ran through a check like a nigga at recess (ayy, Sledgren, this shit slap) I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah, yeah) Nickname Glock and you know that I keep that (Glizock) Fuck the bitch good, yeah, I know that she a beat back (uh) South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at (yeah, yeah) I be gettin' money and it ain't hard to see that (uh-uh) Motherfuck your feedback, nigga, you can keep that I'll leave a bitch before my strap, I mean that Ridin' in a yellow thing, flyin' like a dingbat Bitch got a purse full of Percs, that's a beanbag I was 14, already in the deep end (yeah) 15 years old when I first robbed the weed man (yeah, yeah) Turned 16, Glock 17 extended (yeah) 18, 19, made my first million (yeah, yeah) 20 years old in a fuckin' McLaren (skrrt, skrrt) You know I'm eatin' good, bitch, my wrist full of carats (yeah) Remember them days I was trappin' them baggies Now, look, I'm really, I'm havin' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm havin' this shit (yeah) My money good, got the baddest lil' bitches (uh) Yeah, my money long and them facts, no fiction Money talkin' right now, shut up and listen My diamonds hittin' like Sonny Liston (ice) I fucked around, put some stones in my dentals (ice) These niggas broke and I think they should fix it (yeah) I got the drop on the opps, we gon' blitz 'em (yeah, yeah) I'm high as fuck, pourin' Wock' out a pitcher (yeah, yeah) 5.56s sound like a missile (yeah, yeah) Lied to this bitch, I just told her, "I miss you" (yeah) I ain't blowin' no kisses, just money and pistols Fuck these hoes, money on my mental (yeah) Lame-ass niggas hatin', got me tickled, yeah Big Glock, Key Rex, might cop a T-rex (yeah, yeah) Chopper sing, Keith Sweat, banana clip, eat that (fire) Ran through a check like a nigga at recess (yeah, yeah) I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah) Nickname Glock and you know that I keep that (heah) Fuck the bitch good, yeah, you know she a beat back (yeah) South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at (yeah) I be gettin' money and it ain't hard to see that (yeah) I ran through a check like a nigga at recess I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah, yeah) Nickname Glock and you know that I keep that (bah) Fuck the bitch good, yeah, you know she a beat back South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at I be gettin' money and it ain't hard to see that Motherfuck your feedback, nigga, you can keep that I'll leave my bitch before my strap, I mean that I'm ridin' in a yellow thing, flyin' like a dingbat (skrrt, skrrt) Bitch got a purse full of Percs, it's a beanbag Fat got the gat, he gon' splat, that's my wingman (fat) I'll pass a bitch before my blunt, I'm a team man (yeah) Young nigga rich as fuck, still be schemin' (yeah) Young nigga cold, ask your ho, I'm a penguin I been told you hoes, I'm a motherfuckin' penguin (cold) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah