Brb

C                        Em
Fire up the jet pack, no plans to land or head back.

G                              Am
Stacking bread, jackin' cheese off a trap of dead rats

C                                 Em
Flap my wings and sweat raps, the captain needs a wet nap.

G                              Am
Get the Zags, and blunt wraps. Grab the swisher gut that

C                                 Em
Pack your bags, get some traction blasting off the launch pad.

G                              Am
You might get the ashes on you I don't think you want that

C                        Em
Ain't gotta help me up I did that for my drunk dad,

G                    Am
been there done that I don't need to flaunt that

C                       Em
I'm on that grown shit, blow dro smoke spliffs.

G                       Am
Four door space shuttle out the O-zone, shit

C                     Em
I don't fly coach I coach folks on fly-ness.

G                        Am
Boatloads of dope flows, hope flows, the tides in.

C                   Em
Gold touch of Midas post up and light it

G                               Am
Get toasty, stay crispy like a roast duck that's flying.

C                         Em
I'm in the sky and I ain't sure when I'll be coming down

G                           Am
Go ahead without me I'll be on the next shuttle out


Chorus

             C                 Em
Haven't been home in a minute, so independent

G                        Am
no way to know where I'm going.

            C               Em
But Imma be right back,

         G             Am
Imma be right back.

C                    Em
Flown to the limits, always been a mission.

G            Am
So distant.

                   C               Em
I keep missing my flights back,

             G             Am
but Imma be right back.