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letra de catch my flight - chris black

[intro]

[verse 1]
taking off last boarding call-cleveland
to paradise; where is my very nice treatment?
like the m-ssages and the b-tches with the leaf fans;
sleep in, never leaving dreamland
i close my eyes, just relax, think i’m famous-
bodyguards and they match with the same sh-t
they hold it down for me, yeah they protect me
i ask am i just lucky or did god really bless me?
well either way, i’ll use it to my advantage
and all of my verses are useless if i was acting
like, if i was lying what the f-ck’s the point of trying
i ain’t making up my theories just to try and sound defiant
i believe it. my mind has some thoughts so i’m ‘a speak it
unleash it. at least you know you’re big if someone leaks it
i’m ‘a lose it. my flow is intelligent, never stupid
and i could buy a first cl-ss flight with this music

and when i’m on that plane
the only thing that you’ll see underneath my feet
is the jet fuel
and i ain’t changed i’ve been the same since i met you, yeah

and when i’m on that stage
the only thing that you’ll hear coming into your ears
is the best tunes
how could i let you down?

[hook]
catch my flight
and i’m out of this world. oh i’m
better than good; never ever stopping
making sure my name ain’t never forgotten, i’m gonna
speak my mind
’till the end of the world. oh i’m
better than good; never ever stopping
making sure my name ain’t never forgotten, uh-huh!

[verse 2]
i feel like my music has flipped my life around
i used to want an education, now i like the sound
of skipping college, getting famous out of high school
and touching that sky like i graduate from flight school
flying to the top, and my bed is the clouds
h-ll i might as well just hibernate i’ll never come down
let me catch a breath, never get some rest
viral cds i spread ’em around
the better the sound, the better the hook
the better billboard position and your revenue piles
up, so you gotta stack the money to the ceiling
and you ain’t gonna tell me that it doesn’t sound appealing
i’ma catch my flight and i’m out of this world
mysteries of my brain in a bottomless swirl
so i lay ’em on the table but they’ll always be there
until the end of my world, i will always be aware

and when i’m on that stage
the only thing that you’ll hear coming into your ears
is the best tunes
how could i let you down?

i can’t, if i could, then who would i be?
i’ve seen it happen many times how stupid i’d be
but d-mn those clouds are so high
and this is how i’m gonna get up into the sky, i’m gonna

[hook]

[verse 3]
when that sun sets
will it ever come back? or is it done, heck;
my career strives off of one breath
and will i survive through whatever comes next?
i ain’t playing games, no twenty questions
i tell you how it is, so why you dumbies guessing?
every single day-a new confession
i smoke the compet-tion like a hookah session-
from my seat; you at the bottom of the pit
so if you follow like a shadow you’ll be swallowing my sh-t
flow’s nasty. you don’t wanna eat the compet-tion
you chicken; it’s almost like your beat’s from popeye’s kitchen
do you get it? and rewind it if you don’t
and in the meantime i think i’ll just be climbing up the rope
that means top of the rock, so i’ma ring the bell
and i don’t ever plan to fall, and sing in h-ll
so if the devil tries to sign me, f-ck him
i’d rather just be singing at my church, for nothing-
not a dime, not a nickel, and not even a penny
so lead me outta temptation, or feel free to resent me
i feel the power coursing through me-in my blood and my veins
and i’m rubbing my pain out like neosporin
gotta make the song good, i will never make it boring
and i wasn’t throwing shots, shadow, i don’t want a war
i want to

[hook x2]

- chris black

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