Standard tuning
The chords for the whole song are: C Em G Am
Verse 1
Fire up the jet pack, no plans to land or head back.
Stacking bread, jackin cheese off a trap of dead rats
Flap my wings and sweat raps, the captain needs a wet nap.
Get the Zags, and blunt wraps. Grab the swisher gut that
Pack your bags, get some traction blasting off the launch pad.
You might get the ashes on you I don t think you want that
Ain t gotta help me up I did that for my drunk dad,
been there done that I don t need to flaunt that
I m on that grown shit, blow dro smoke spliffs.
Four door space shuttle out the O-zone, shit
I don t fly coach I coach folks on fly-ness.
Boatloads of dope flows, hope flows, the tides in.
Gold touch of Midas post up and light it
Get toasty, stay crispy like a roast duck that s flying.
I m in the sky and I ain t sure when I ll be coming down
Go ahead without me I ll be on the next shuttle out
Chorus
Haven t been home in a minute, so independent
no way to know where I m going.
But Imma be right back,
Imma be right back.
Flown to the limits, always been a mission.
So distant.
I keep missing my flights back,
but Imma be right back.
Repeat troughout the whole song
