Flyin Chris Webby (Ft. Dizzy Wright)

[Hook: Chris Webby]
I feel like im flying (I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying)
Spreadin' my wings and leave that ground
Yeah I feel like I'm flying (I'm flying, I'm flying)
Don't worry 'bout a thing 'til I come down
Yeah I feel like I'm flyin' (I'm flyin', I'm flyin')

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Uh, up and away
Do what I like because fuck what they say
My GPS froze, I'm stuck in my ways
I double down and throw my money and raise
I'm ballin' so hard I wake up in my J's
So go get the camera's to cover my plays
The only ways up so it's up where I'll stay
With this bud that's so strong I'll be buzzin' for days
Chronic the color of Baby Yoda
When I crack the jar you feelin' faded, don't ya?
Yeah we take it, take it, take it, takin' over
Get it crackin' baby, get the baking soda
Hit the motor and we in the stratosphеre
Chuck up a deuce and wе outta here
Until we see UFO's out appear
As I whip that Millennium Falcon clear
Of the black holes and the comets
Just blast forward with the rockets
Higher than Falkor once upon a
Time in this never ending story I'mma
Get to the last page, if it stops there
When the crash comes like a stock share
Because that's life and it's not fair
But 'til then I'm on Con Air
Yeah