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

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

C                                 
Pack your bags, get some traction 
Em
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.

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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                               
Get toasty, stay crispy like a roast
Am
 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               
I keep missing my flights back,
Em


             G             Am
but Imma be right back.