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 PlanesSlumdog Millionaire soundtrack.
photo credit: dan martensen
Sweet treats,
Daiane

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