Skybourne Lyrics - Pilot Talk - Curren$y

I'll take you farther than far 

Somewhere near Mars 

We'll get high, in the sky 

I'll take you where you can't be 

Unless you with me 

We'll get high, in the sky 

Box Chevy, no tint, floating inside, aquarium 

Yea that's him, compository sketches is all 

They can't catch us, jet setters 

I joined the mile high club somewhere over Texas 

Plotted my climb since the homie played the Black Lexus 

I told them put it all on Spitta, guaranteed winner 

Been a go-getter, ain't gotta go nowhere 

I already came here with it, pull up at the picnic 

El Camino on thirteens, red nosed pitbulls in the back, no leash 

Motherfuckas well trained, on the low I be having that high grade 

Talking 'bout how a nigga smoke and maintain 

That's word from a bird in a fuzzy herb tree 

Fly tell that, you ain't heard that from me 

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I'll take you farther than far 

Somewhere near Mars 

We'll get high, in the sky 

I'll take you where you can't be 

Unless you with me 

We'll get high, in the sky 

True visionary, impeccable timing 

Shine sort of blinding, don't look twice 

My fresh don't it look nice 

Your DNA ain't the same pimp so nah you don't look right 

Fuck it, I fast forward past your's 

You wanted something to look up to so ask for it 

Mississippi country bumpkin with nothing to lose 

I be be a king let me sing you the blues 

Let me lay down the rules, get money by all means 

Survive at all costs, put God above all things 

I fall short, pimping women with small shorts 

Reaching out for what's mine, like children and small folks 

Always above the rim like what do you ball for? 

If you ain't spending money then what did you call for? 

I look good for the fuck but baby it's all sport 

The game is a bitch and shawty she all throat 

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I'll take you farther than far 

Somewhere near Mars 

We'll get high, in the sky 

I'll take you where you can't be 

Unless you with me 

We'll get high, in the sky 

Came through to conquer 

Been killing it since Contra 

Lo sponsor and I'm smoking on a mini launcher 

8 grams nigga fuck with me 

Gotta have 8 lungs to come puff with me 

I don't blow Reggie Bush, never would 

It's heavy kush, oh you got some too? Very good 

Where the grinder? We grinders, top rhymers 

The finest, drop gems so timeless 

Burn like a CD, get top like Z-Z 

Flow like agua and I'm cold like a Ski beat, lord! 

Got them hood niggas quoting my bars 

And them bloggers like oh my God! 

Smokee Robinson, Earl James, and George Kush 

Round table, eating pasta like mobsters 

Make a killing off sour D 

They lied money really do grow off trees 

I'll take you farther than far 

Somewhere near Mars 

We'll get high, in the sky 

I'll take you where you can't be 

Unless you with me 

We'll get high, in the sky