Have you ever met a frequent flyer Dressed in all white attire Sippin' on a gray's papaya Wanna take you higher (higher) Jet lag you must be tired Watch out you might misfire Anything your heart desires Wanna take you higher (higher) Influential moving past your security Presidential real utensils priority Higher (higher), higher 1, 2, 3 you and me Can you move at my velocity? Higher (higher), higher Don't miss a beat First class seat upon my fleet When you hear the beat When you feel the need Turn the cabin pressure on Hurry cause I'll soon be gone My instincts never lie And you're right up my aisle I'll be yours and you'll be mine Put the freak in the frequent flyer Yep it's the boy with glasses Giving you boarding passes And if the flight's delayed You might miss all your morning classes Trust me girl you look dashing Even with your seatbelt fastened Are you into fashion? Cause I noticed our outfits are matching Influential moving past your security Presidential real utensils priority Higher (higher), higher 1, 2, 3 you and me Can you move at my velocity? Higher (higher), higher Don't miss a beat First class seat upon my fleet

I heard you been creeping 'round 'Bout the time that sun goes down You been talking in your sleep And it's been going on for weeks And I been solving puzzle pieces High time to come to Jesus You got skeletons in your closet It's written all over your face Every little lie stacked so high Can't keep your story straight I don't know How they got there, it's getting under my skin Got skeletons in your closet And I got bones to pick with them, oh I was born in the morning But I wasn't born yesterday Deep into your inventory's Gonna send me to an early grave You got skeletons in your closet It's written all over your face Every little lie stacked so high Can't keep your story straight I don't know How they got there, it's getting under my skin Got skeletons in your closet And I got bones to pick with them Yeah, you got skeletons in your closet It's written all over your face Every little lie stacked so high Can't keep your story straight I don't know How they got there, it's getting under my skin Got skeletons in your closet And I got bones to pick with Bones to pick with Bones to pick with them, hey

My skin ain't thin but when I come unhinged I'm a little bit more than crazy Work like a dog but the way I talk Is a little laid back and lazy I'm not a man of many words But my words are as good as gold And you can bet your ass I'll have your back When the rubber meets the road Write that on my headstone Write that on my headstone Off the rails, off the walls Never was the one to back down Gave it hell and I had a ball Like tomorrow was never coming back 'round Live to love and love to live Like the lights are never coming back on Day and night, night and day I did it my way, right or wrong It's a wonder that I made it this long Write that on my headstone Write that on my headstone Yeah, when I'm dead and gone Write that on my headstone Here lies a man who gave a damn Wasn't scared to stand for something Lived it hard and fast in that dash carved between those numbers And if you're reading this You can reminisce but don't cry for me brother Pour enough whiskey on this grave To make it all the way down six feet under Write that on my headstone Write that on my headstone Yeah, when I'm dead and gone Write that on my headstone Yeah Yeah, write that on my headstone Headstone Headstone