.Hop on the private, say hi to my pilot
Black out until we touch down
Champagne and Xanny's, you can't catch me
I was made for this
You can't tell me shit
'Cause it's been three weeks and four days
No days off, just runways
I'm fucked up, I'll throw shit
I'll work.
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