Window Seat - Packy

Window seat on a plane

Only right for a Specktator and still got my feet in the game

Pilot talking turbulence, woman next to me is nervous

Saying something to me, I’m just noddin' to these verses

Everything I own up in this suitcase

Labor feeling even better than the fruit taste

That’s how you know it’s love

They tell you to do anything you wanna but no one does

Looking at the city lights this high, on some King Kong shit

Music you can live by, on my theme song shit

Rather be real and be me than be on quick

Now that we here, feels good, we beyond it

Young and killing things

Product of the years, I kept it bottled up when feeling things

Now I say it when it’s time

I’ve been heating up the winter time

Everything I got I took 'cause they ain’t give me mine

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