Artist: GLC f/ Kanye West, T-Pain Album: Flight School 12" Song: Flight School Typed by: timm2014@hotmail.com Let me get my theme music (x2) 'Aye, Let me get my theme music (x2) [Chorus: T-Pain] + (Kanye West) Baby, just forget everything that you know Let's take it all the way back to hello They say you livin' like you died before I got a place that only I can go Let me take you to flight school (We'll learn to fly) Let me take you to flight school (Above all the lights) You've never been so high, kiss the ground goodbye And you say, damn baby how did you get that fly? Flight school [Verse One: GLC] I got the airplane passes, the aviator glasses She be lookin fly like aviator classes So classy, Jacqueline Onassis Used to sneak and move like Ali, Cassius Massive, like Kennedy's assassin We was killin' time like clocks in the casket Perhaps its time to prevail I'll show you Gotham City like I'm Christian Bale I can be Barack and let you be Michelle Miguel Gizelle Dress fresh as hell Louis Gucci Ye in that pastel Adore Dior, ride down Lake Shore She felt the vibe, I had to make sure She felt deprived livin like she died Slide with a G, now she felt revived In town for the night, she's somebody wifey The LE, she never seen these So the moment I might seize I done come up out the coma of livin life's dreams When you wake up in the morning you join the flight team [Chorus] [Verse Two: Kanye West] I got my superman power, my superman cape These the last hours, but superman late The clock is ticking, damn can you wait? Man, will he come back and save the day? Fly across the earth, put things in reverse I wish this life was a movie I could just rehearse Certain things I can't doctor, and you say I'm the worst I ain't have enough patients, but I needed a nurse That'll come by my bed late See if my head ache Then get my head straight Then give my head, great Every time I popped up like the VCR I took your breath away Then we performed CPR With all the cars, the clothes, the lights, the boats I guess I was just trying to sow my raw oats In the penthouse position With penthouse bitches See I Pimp'd My crib, so I must exhibit [Xzibit] Shit, these last years been a haze [Hayes] like Issac So I close my eyes Tighter than Asian eyes get Realized I got the same wings angels fly With Louie Vutton feathers, now that some fly shit [Chorus]