Stop The World, I Want To Get Out

I fly like paper, get high like planes

If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name

If you come around here, I make 'em all day

I get one down in a second if you wait

Sometimes I think sitting on trains

Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game

Everyone's a winner now we're making that fame

Bonafide hustler making my name

Pirate skulls and bones

Sticks and stones and weed and bongs

Running when we hit 'em

Lethal poison through their system

All I wanna do is 

And 

And take your money

No one on the corner has swagger like us

Hit me on my Burner prepaid wireless

We pack and deliver like UPS trucks

Already going hell just pumping that gas

All I wanna do is 

And 

And take your money

Weee, I'm feeling like summer, when living is easy.

I'm clearly overlistening to this song, but I can't get it out of my head. And I've seen the movie almost a week ago. It's recurrent. Paper Planes, Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack.

photo credit: dan martensen

Sweet treats,

Daiane