Artist: Curren$y Album: Pilot Talk II Song: Airborne Aquarium Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Haha, Yeauh Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life, Fool Turn it Up Some Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life Yeauh, Eauh [Verse] I'm gettin hella mail from jail, niggas tellin me to kill it When they get out I'll bring them 'round some bitches Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture Flippin my remote, same way I do them hoes But she already know before she touch my Chevy door Real nigga, lemme make it as clear as my windows No square shall enter in the circle of winners Know I'm prepared for whatev, you know what I been thru Rearview, Clear vision, memories of paid dues Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came thru But look what it came to, somethin' that amazes you soon as you quit hatin' and hear what I gotta say to you Baby blue, souls D's, White 11, '96 No retro card came with this Same year, my Impala with the floor shift 4-door suicide, Muscle car chauffeured Shawty body chocolated, Russel Stover Brung weed wit' her whenever I invite her over Polo sweater, tether belt hangin' off her shoulder No care, over here, so we put it in the air Walkin' 'round my house, say she wanna fuck errywhere That's cool baby, but I just got that pool table We ain't gotta stay away from it, It's all good if you wanna get under it, then I guess I can fuck with it Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucketlist and these boys, I granted his deathwish Legendary lay-up Jordan with the right-left switch Hang time, Hand glide, Stir fried, Chanky-eyed, Shanghai Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride '87 Corvette ZR1, to the T-top softened put 'em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up, she been drinkin' from the pump That's all bad, tryna pass, fucked around and crashed Bitches all flip, Fools tryna make it last Emotional luggage, nothin' of it, I don't check bags I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past Half Rose, Sean Don, OJ in my glass Mimosa, Testarossa program, Prota-J curriculum doors open like a pendulum swingin Rock in my Jetset Emblem Fool is to serve like Wimbledon, Interior cinnamon the car that I'm sittin' in, Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin Just kiddin, not pillin', just element twistin' From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin not pillin', just element twistin' From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin Yeauhh [Outro] [Mumbling] Jets, where haven't we Jets, where haven't we been Jets, where haven't we...