Out on the Airstrip

Ah, take me with you...

You ground the flyboy

you'll be clear for miles

They're throwing a party

They're throwing vials

You been wearing a gymsuit

Flagging him down

Now to land this bigass bird

then pussy-bound

Out on the airstrip

the weather's is clear

nothing be ugly

can see him in here

Out on the airstrip

the weather's so clear

nothing so ugly

can see him in here

John hear of duress's

We're only guided yeah

we're doing ninety

we're doing fine

oh we're almost there

we're up there (way the fuck up there)

wine and having some bud

side door high post slo-mo

like no gun, no luck

Out on the airstrip

the weather's is clear

nothing be ugly

can see him in here

Out on the airstrip

the weather's so clear

nothing so ugly

can see him in here

And the girl's claps were always wild

when I asked her what that town did for shits

Well she just rolled onto the runway

and flashed me a picture of her kid

when the sun came up, she was hidden

and the speedballer started taking her high

I swore that morning