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The Airplane Boys
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Under The Influence
[Verse 1 - Bon Voyage]
First night back from Coachella, now we riding downtown
Maxima and two bitches, queen street 'bout to go down
Hopping out of that, where the city at, on my mind we loved now?
Question marks for you, 2 years hard to do going hard with this sound
But fuck that let's get drunk, we could drink the pain away, we came to celebrate
Drunk swerving almost hit a street a car, man these girls wyling need to settle down
Parked up, sparked up, looks like we gotta problem out here
Man niggas be grilling like we took they girls, if they get closer I swear
I'm gonna kill somebody, and you gonna miss everybody
I don't give a fuck if you MMA, I'm a street fighter nigga from the Scarborough way
And if that ain't enough that's CT, Vern, been through it all I ain't scared no one
What you gonna do you ain't got no gun, what you gonna do you ain't no gun
First swing hurting, hurting, I don't feel shit cause I'm drunk
I swung back, hit that, he fell back 2 more guys jumped in it was done, fuck
LOL at myself, Mannie had to be trolling
I usually come through in peace, if it gotta go down i can't just control it down
[Hook - Beck Motley & Bon Voyage]
[BM]
Under influences, we just roll up with some bitches
Mixing too much liquor I'm just minding my own business
Haters wanna heckle I don't let go is a given
Pow, pow, pow, pow
I can't stop thinking it, thinking 'bout it, thinking-thinking 'bout it x2
[BV]
The influence is real, and I can't control that's how I feel x2
[Verse 2 - Beck Motley]
But Alas, one more glass
Forget the pain, but I'll get trashed
With my crew, we all get smashed
Mixed with a little bit of weed my dude Jamie got stashed away in his glove compartment
Mixed with a hella lot of drinks and I lost it
Mixed with a hella lot of vomit in the washroom
Since I'm hella lot of thinking out the wazoo, true
Many of nights, it's just henny of nights
Where I'm looking down at the ground afraid of these heights
And I'm walking up to haters like I'm ready to fight
And I stare em in the eye like you ready to die
When he reaching 6'3 and I'm barely 5'5, but i still step to em, Jason ready to ride
Can't think clear, fists still gon' fly, and I'm knocked to ground cus my foolish pride
Okay dokey, homies ren, josh, jamie, and Osei, know me
And they ask me if I'm okay, are you okay, are you okay Mannie?
Where I go from here, it's just shame, no fear
Cobain, rockstar would I disappear
No gain, lockdown that would be the end, end and
Pow pow pow pow
Ow, I'm down for count
I should've just ignored the motherfucker now
Instead I listen to this motherfucker run his mouth
Was It really worth to put my friends up in the cut?
And the nights ruined just all because of what?
Ain't worth shit if you involve who you love, fuck..
[Hook]
[Outro - Beck Motley]
I can't stop, can't stop, thinking 'bout it, thinking-thinking 'bout it
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