Fly (feat. Quatho & Jaden Smith) - dylAn

One time I was at the beach And we were looking at the stars And this girl was laying next to me And the blanket that we had was, had stars on it as well It looked liked we were just floating in an abyss Honestly, when I see her face I just smile I guess I mean, our cars came and the lights were on on them so we could see what the waves look like I'll be waiting here on the sand I remember that first night you were wearing a power ranger black T-shirt So was I, a different color, so was Moey and his brother Not as pure, so insecure The times have changed But really we just looked up at the stars For a couple hours, turned off all the lights on the cars The world was ours it was, yours It was mine The time flew by like it was prime time and I'm inside of Life, you shouldn't be my wife you should just be with me on this beautiful night Maybe we can make things right Maybe we can do it without any spite It's just for tonight, and we hope it doesn't end So we drive back to our homes chilling with our friends Balling like Jabari Parker, they say I look like him If we met bet it would be awkward break out the sudafed Cause the flow cold, like it's so cold I was smoking smoking John Lennon where my Yoko? This that call yo grandma you ain't ready yet Verbal maniac, imma show you the illest get my cousin to kill it Had a flow but you steal it, I'm in the mood so we ball out Got the top down in the back we could fall out We could fall out, nigga we could fall out Your girlfriend push a prius she giving me that genius Mensa, we that Tony Danza Wine on the rug man you know that shit expensive I'm on that Willy Wonka, green so Blanka Vape so good and the pot like lobster Nigga imma monster, fuck it I'm a monstar Man, I got this beat I'm going ham like a cop car That's unless you see me pulling up on the boulevard Turn them flashing lights, at least you know who you really are We are becoming god We are becoming god We are becoming god We are becoming god We are becoming god We are becoming god We are becoming god We are becoming god We are becoming god We are becoming god I guess this ending's the best for me But I can't leave you behind You know that I never wanted to see what's on your mind Goddamn, Goddamn Goddamn Yo it's kinda hard not to like, get fucking cheesy on this shit But, does that even matter? You know what I'm saying, juxtaposition man, juxta fucking position My nigga Jaden Smith dropping jewels and niggas don't believe him cause he's Jaden Smith but It's all about packaging right? Real shit though, good and bad is all relative man It really is, a lot of niggas is sheep We don't even know what we like anymore we just know what the most hype is shit Do you really like that shit you like? Or you like the way they gave it to you? You know what I'm saying? Pepsi, Coca-Cola same thing Dave Chapelle said that, the one that taste the best was the one that was paying him the most at the time That's all that happens with us man, we some weak niggas man all of us Followers, sheeps, plural made that shit up Apology ain't no real word my nigga We know this, but he knows more cause he broke the rules that don't even fucking exist man Funny thing is man is like, as a futurist, and I can call myself a futurist Nobody is even going to give a fuck until I'm gone So does it even matter? Yes it does

Well, there seems to be a wild man just wandering around in all black... In all black. Repeat: all. black. His glasses appear to be fucked up Fell asleep on the west coast Woke up in Sunrise Always talk 'bout my shades dog Yea I rock tape on both sides Never need a fuckin' co-sign Got my dogs out the coupe Tear it down, raise the roof Pray to God I go to heaven Spit the flame verse next to Kevin Remember they wouldn't believe in him Now all of the secrets I'm keepin' 'em The MSFTS Kevin Smith Go ahead and call me four-eyes Auto-pilot when I drive by No license, big surprise In that all black, Alfreds Disguise Slippin', slippin', ya slippin' ya slippin' ya slippin' To be honest all you niggas trippin' No idea what all ya niggas sippin' And you walk around like a zero Too bad you're a fuckin' weirdo Alfred is a hero Thought I made myself clear hoe Take your best written verse, wait Just to locate, the nearest trashcan Put my mask on like I'm Batman Man that shit is entertainin' Damn, the game need savin' And y'all just been patiently waitin' For me to drop the fuckin album, swear that shit's 'gon be astoundin' Lost my mind, couple years ago, swear to God, have you fuckin' found it? On everything I really do this K.K.S. is my movement Had to go and keep it fluid Had to go and keep it real Had to go and keep it trill Had to go and say just what I feel If you sat me down tryna switch it up, bet you that I wouldn't sign the deal "More consciousness!" "Is you gay bro?" Not gonna lie, low-key though And they feelin' him, can't doubt him Ima drop two albums Fuck around (pull up) When I wake up Fell asleep on the west coast Woke up in sunrise Always talk 'bout my shades dog Yea I rock tape on both sides Never need a fuckin' co-sign Got my dogs out the coupe Tear it down, raise the roof Pray to God I go to heaven Spit the flame verse next to Kevin Remember they wouldn't believe in him Now all of the secrets I'm keepin' 'em The MSFTS Kevin Smith Go ahead and call me four-eyes Auto-pilot when I drive by No license, big surprise In that all black, Alfreds Disguise