[Intro]
Imma sail away
Imma sail away
[Verse 1]
I made it across the border, went and got a tattoo on my forehead
I keep livin' inside the moment, time moves slow in California
I been on my pray to god before bed, I been on my tip all of the doormen
I been on my smoke one and record it, I been on my smile at the reporter shit
Too many rappers are reaching me lately
I been in my hotel just sippin' on JD
My shirt still plaid, my girl still bad, my ex still sad, my mind still crazy
Heaven forbid I end up back in Edmonton
I just made it out of 7th and Jefferson, you probably don't know what that is when I mention it
That's in the hood where the people are sellin' shit
Last year in Crenshaw, on the border of Compton where the color of your shirt could get you in some problems
Last year off Hastings, in the heart of East Van, smokin' on a great blunt, walkin' past a police van
Then shit got crazy dealin' with them border agents
Denied after 11 hours and back on Canadian pavement
Investigations on my Facebook cause they thought that I was someone else
And now I'm under palm trees in America, smokin' the air
[Chorus]
All the bullshit I been goin' through has made me who I am
I been overseas and smokin' trees grown in a foreign land
I been sails up in this motherfucker, like my old man
Sail away from these motherfuckers
I been sails up in this motherfucker
Just like my daddy did Imma sail out on you motherfuckers
Aye, Imma sail away
Shoutout to my papa, he taught me to never be afraid
Imma sail away
Imma sail away
[Verse 1]
I made it across the border, went and got a tattoo on my forehead
I keep livin' inside the moment, time moves slow in California
I been on my pray to god before bed, I been on my tip all of the doormen
I been on my smoke one and record it, I been on my smile at the reporter shit
Too many rappers are reaching me lately
I been in my hotel just sippin' on JD
My shirt still plaid, my girl still bad, my ex still sad, my mind still crazy
Heaven forbid I end up back in Edmonton
I just made it out of 7th and Jefferson, you probably don't know what that is when I mention it
That's in the hood where the people are sellin' shit
Last year in Crenshaw, on the border of Compton where the color of your shirt could get you in some problems
Last year off Hastings, in the heart of East Van, smokin' on a great blunt, walkin' past a police van
Then shit got crazy dealin' with them border agents
Denied after 11 hours and back on Canadian pavement
Investigations on my Facebook cause they thought that I was someone else
And now I'm under palm trees in America, smokin' the air
[Chorus]
All the bullshit I been goin' through has made me who I am
I been overseas and smokin' trees grown in a foreign land
I been sails up in this motherfucker, like my old man
Sail away from these motherfuckers
I been sails up in this motherfucker
Just like my daddy did Imma sail out on you motherfuckers
Aye, Imma sail away
Shoutout to my papa, he taught me to never be afraid
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