Up and Away (feat. June)

Alright kick back, relax and grab yourself a beverage

Or hop if you wanna just bounce to my lev-er-age

The evidence, as they say, is in the pudding

So show me the money like my name was Cuba Gooding

It ain’t fools gold, it’s gold fool

Can’t stop Won’t stop keepin it old school (So cool)

Big Spoon is my nom de plume

I keep it poppin like a needle and a new balloon

And if you don’t know by now then you need more schoolin

Let loose kid, get stupid

Got more flavor than I know what to do with

So get your hands up if you’re part of the movement

And bump to the bump to the bassline

I made it rock before your phone had facetime

Yessiree, you know my steeze

I stay fresh to death like I’m drowning in febreze

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Up up and away we go

Up up and it's making me glow

Up up and away we go

Up up and likin' it

Up up and away

Up and away I’m in pilot mode

One step ahead on this xylophone

That mean I’m bars farther speak dough Im bart’s father 

This a homer of a hit Im all starring 

All eyes on ya boy im poseidon 

Wavy to you outsider Im more live-r 

Let me open up like this a door knocker 

And show you how I lay it down so proper

No scholar but much class a gem found 

Under your nose like a mustache/ my pen splash

Equivelant of a benzo -  M class 

So fly my wardrobe come with jetlag 

Cautious though cuz my hooks is fresh crack

So dope im a certified meth lab 

Pen addict that’s been at it I been fresh 

On lines with my pen game that pinterest 

Thats June holla fame dollar game 

Something big like wallace you pocket change 

All about presidents no politician 

But for every big face ill be the running mate YES

Chorus

Hello Nurse, let me burst on this verse

I rock steady but I never rehearse

And ev-er-y verse I work is right on the money

Yo I got more raps than a mummy, honey

This be the boogie to jumpstart your ventricles

Strapped on the track like tentacles

I’ll put the squeeze on these other mc’s

Cuttin imitators off at the knees, Oh please

The way I’m rippin it up

I never let up, so hold onto your butts

And I’mma  wake you up, show you how it’s done

I’ll kick your swagger in the athletic cup, son

I’m blessed to be spitting these rhymes

Instead of sitting in a cubicle and losing my mind

So this is my time to shine

And I’mma do it so bright I’ll make busters go blind

Chorus