Bus Pass - Wiley

Pack my snapbacks, customs

I.D.

like Nike

Airport, no airline

Private flight

Ditch that PlayStation 3

Ordered the 4 with my iPhone 5

Jordans 7,

357 we fly

Jeans swinging and watch, women are sweet

Brain whizzing, the boss getting a bleep

Take a flight to the land of the Greek

International, rolling with the team

A few of us wanna get into a one dance

Thought you saw the whole clique, that was one half

Light the sky blue, let the sun glass

I use my passport like a bus pass

Here we go

We’re on our way

No more looking down

We’re flying away

Like a bus pass, like a bus pass

Use my passport like a bus pass

That’s right, I use my passport like a bus pass

Light the sky blue, let the sun glass

I use my passport like a bus pass

Feel so free, put a couple bags down, gotta get that P

Cuh we don’t higher, we’re only on that higher purchase flow

Out of court, not yet yet appealing

When we touch down, heads up, ceiling

All you see are stars

Ayia Napa, yes we are

From bus pass to top class

Your boy made that bypass

Come a long way since surgery, and the blurry American academy

Never had faith, but I made the leap

Now we live life like make-believe

Went from DJ to producer-MC

And my co-pilot on this flight is Wiley