Keen on Khalifa

Two dope songs from Wiz Khalifa (Pronounced Ka-leefa), currently CANNOT take “Wassup” off repeat, a groovy acapella twist on a Soulja Boy (*Cringe* Lol) favorite. Wiz was declared an ‘”artist to watch” in Rolling Stone back in 2006 so he’s no newbie, just slept on. Hope you enjoy.

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Name on a Cloud

Yeah
Tu-turn me up a little bit in the headphones
Just a lil bit so I can hear myself
Yeah… Okay
It’s Wiz Khalifa man
Mr spacely
Teach you niggas how to fly the fuck out you know
I told em it’s gone be a big year
It’s a lot of shit on my plate
This what you want
Okay or okaay haha
Yeah
Taylor gang or fuckin kill yourself man
That’s how we get down
Uh ya

So far so good
Cause I been doing things that you wish ya’ll could
Hoppin outta planes
The kush numbs problems in my brain
And rosee bottles for the pain
The lines that I ink make rappers get kinda nervous
People telling me to sink when I’m trying to surface
Groupies all up in my face like they got a purpose
Cause we ain’t gotta pour drink bring bottle service
Orange juice and some more flutes
Let a friend sky dive man I need more shoots
I’m live wire you a cord loose
No charge I go so hard
Hookin up a table on a promo tour
Say I live a dream but I’m just on my job
And can’t quit cause the first class flights get addictive
Try and get a ticket

Say I’m on my way but I don’t know where I’m going
Been gone so many days don’t know my way back home
Now I’m starin out this window
And I see my life in aerial so
I might as well write my name on a cloud

Ain’t comfortable but got my feet up
It’s hard to hear you when you thirty thousand feet up
Claims since I got my cheese up
I been walking round chest out like some D cups
Ole g puff say you got it locked and we found out it’s the key stuck
Used to fuckin with that cheap stuff
I show you rosee bottles of that cleeko
Than we drink till we fall
And when you wake up and realize what you did
It’ll be me that you call
But I’ll be on a plane
And even though we had fun
Shit I don’t know your name

Say I’m on my way but I don’t know where I’m going
Been gone so many days don’t know my way back home
Now I’m starin at this window
And I see my life in aerial so
I might as well write my name on a cloud

Wassup

Yeahh.
Some old school shit.
When uhhhh, you be at the lunch table
Ha ha ha.
This that right here.

Uh yeah
I put my team on
Now we in the game but I memba days when I aint have no-one to lean on
I learned to hold my own
And sing the skys the limit, take a hundred dollar bill and make a paper plane.
And try to make a name
And when ya done giving ya all you give ya everythang
You got what it takes
I told the world my song
They lovin it
You cant tell me nothin cuz my whole clique stuntin
Boy wassuppp

Yeahhhhhh (x4)

So where ya goin, ya lifes on a road
From the party to the plane and ya names in the light show.
You find your way back home, away from all the pressure and a women tryin to stress you
Find a new one
You’ve reached a new phase
They got you lookin at tomorrow like a new stay
And not a new day
To some it may seem wrong
But fuck it, cuz im good weed puffin and my whole team stuntin
Boy wassuppp

Yeahhhhhh (x4)

And I hop up out the bed
Grab my iPhone
Put some kush in the swisha
Roll one up
When you live the star life
Gotta go hard so you workin all night, sleep when the sun come up

Yeahhhhhh (x2)

Hahaha.
Yeah
Okayyyyyyy

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