Andrew Garcia(Chords)

	        

verse 1 

C                        Em   
Fire up the jet pack, no plans to land or head back.  

G                              Am  
Stacking bread, jackin' cheese off a trap of dead rats 

C                                 Em 
Flap my wings and sweat raps, the captain needs a wet nap. 
  
G                              Am  
Get the Zags, and blunt wraps. Grab the swisher gut that 

C                                 Em 
Pack your bags, get some traction blasting off the launch pad.  

G                              Am 
You might get the ashes on you I don't think you want that 

C                        Em 
Ain't gotta help me up I did that for my drunk dad,  

G                    Am 
been there done that I don't need to flaunt that 

C                       Em 
I'm on that grown shit, blow dro smoke spliffs.  

G                       Am 
Four door space shuttle out the O-zone, shit 

C                     Em                        
I don't fly coach I coach folks on fly-ness.  

G                        Am 
Boatloads of dope flows, hope flows, the tides in.  

C                   Em 
Gold touch of Midas post up and light it 

G                               Am 
Get toasty, stay crispy like a roast duck that's flying.  

C                         Em                     
I'm in the sky and I ain't sure when I'll be coming down 

G                           Am 
Go ahead without me I'll be on the next shuttle out 




             C                 Em 
Haven't been home in a minute, so independent  

G                        Am 
no way to know where I'm going.  

            C               Em 
But Imma be right back,  

         G             Am  
Imma be right back. 

C                    Em 
Flown to the limits, always been a mission. 

G            Am 
So distant.  

                   C               Em 
I keep missing my flights back,  

             G             Am  
but Imma be right back.