(Crowe/Cochran) Big jet planes don't fly over me I'm one of the lucky ones I live in a quiet street She's all middle class and Bertolt Brecht Her first
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a ride on a big jet plane Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane Gonna take her for a ride on a big
I got chills, they're multiplying, and I'm losing control 'Cause the power you're supplying, it's electrifying You better shape up, 'cause I need a man
big jet plane Fly me home through the thunder and rain Fly me home to the healin' hands Fly me home to the promised land Fly me home on a big jet plane
. one fam, oh, my, bounce with me now Big, dawg, hot, I'm talkin', this gone be somethin' now Mr. Cheeks, who, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action Okay, get down now, big
words back They say they write facts, I know that's bull crap They're kickin' drama, but then drama's my middle name That's the price ya pay for big fame
red diamonds Red bandanas Uptown soldiers That's how we plan it Swerving in the Bentley All red candy Tool on my side That H in the Caddy Duffle bag full of paper homie Big
hands in the air (yeah! yeah!) Hey fellas, tell 'em what they dealin with Big house (throw your hands in the air), big boats Big cars (throw your hands
little kids But I keep something cause these n-ggas wanna test me N-ggas on that ice like Gretzky Montage chillin, life on a jet-ski Haters left I like
a bird -It's a plane -Hee hee hee hee, naw! It's Sooperman Lover, baby -Daddy, Daddy -Would you please read us a story? -Alright, get over here and sit yo big
the cannon Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed Get brained in the four dot six range Shit main, switch lanes Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch
how we planned it, less a couple niggas though, I ain't really trippin' though see 'em when we see 'em send 'em bottles and a couple hos spread love is the Jet
throw them off wit the flower Red dots on me, big scopes, bullets the size of nickels Got Starkey coming out of his coat I gots to jet, don't look back
cats like Windex Index finger be sore, bustin' these fly scripts The Wally kid count crazily, grands with our plans Layin' with my bitches an' my mans in Lex Lands We losin' 'em, jet
it, look, I'mma flip The doorbell ring, exchange some slang We laughed a little, y'all got them things Okay thanks, now look here's the plan Hold up,
Aiyo, I woke up in a daze wit da slight headache You know tha usual, tha studio getting, red late Serious jet lag when I get to bed late That why I fuck
