Mac Miller
Jet Fuel lyrics
- Language
- English
- Level
- Intermediate
- Released
- 2018
- Genre
- Pop
- Length
- 5:46
(To every DJ, dem haffi talk to me proper)
(Mi come a dancehall, mi a-go kill ya with the lingua)
(Galang Cutty Rang 'cause you full stop of a stamina)
(Anyway mi go, Lords, the roots and the culture)
(One man mi praise, a-the Almight, Jah, Jah)
(Jah, Jah, give me strength and Him give me the power)
(That's why Cutty Rank him full up of stamina)
(Come a dancehall, mi a-go kill you with the-)
Yeah
Used to wanna be a super hero
Fly around with a cape catching bad guys
Now my head underwater
But I ain't in the shower and I ain't getting baptised
To the good and the bad times
All the cuts, broken bones and the black eyes
Young motherfucker with a mad mind
Made a couple million off of rap lines
Y'all can't tell me nothing no more
Came from the basement under that floor
Don't come close, y'all don't even know I'm the GOAT
Y'all don't even know how I go 'cause I know what you want
All I wanna do is the most
Backflip off the rope, sky hook when I'm in the post
Yeah my girl too clutch to choke (hmm)
And I ain't calling it quits
You can build a wall with your bricks
I like you talking that shit, it's like this
Liquor still in my cup, get faded when I wake up
'Cause everything is too much, so what?
Woke up this morning with a bright idea
Maybe I can exist forever right here
(Let it run, yeah)
Okay, okay, well I'ma be here for a while
Longer than I did expect to
I was out of town, getting lost 'til I was rescued
Now I'm in the clouds, come down when I run out of jet fuel
But I never run out of jet fuel
Well I'ma be here for a while, longer than I did expect to
I was out of town, getting lost 'til I was rescued
Now I'm in the clouds, come down when I run out of jet fuel
But I never run out of jet fuel
Hundred-twenty on a car that I don't whip
I don't even pull it up the driveway
Throwing up shots like I don't miss
Never put a limit on the high stakes
Try to pull my card tell them "Go Fish"
You ain't gonna find a lie in my face
I pick it up and let it go quick
They wanna get p- (uh, oh)
Yeah I don't say nothing that I don't know
Jumping out the womb wearing Polo
Everybody wanna jump in
But I'm old school, lone wolf, take em off solo, yeah
I don't need nobody (I don't need nobody)
I don't need to be nobody (I don't need to be nobody)
I'm just doing my thing
Kick it at the crib, I don't see nobody, no
So over there with that bullshit
We don't need it on this side
I'm pulling up in that new shit
You always whipping that dick ride
I demand your respect
I won't share my connect (no)
Let's get this clear, I am here
I don't care who got next, young vet
Feeling like they forget, I let this slide, this time
Like 25 years I've been high and no less
Shit, I know I don't guess
Rather glow, I won't stress
Better say that shit with your chest
Okay, okay, well I'ma be here for a while
Longer than I did expect to
I was out of town, getting lost 'til I was rescued
Now I'm in the clouds, come down when I run out of jet fuel
But I never run out of jet fuel
Well I'ma be here for a while longer than I did expect to
I was out of town, getting lost 'til I was rescued
Now I'm in the clouds, come down when I run out of jet fuel
But I never run out of jet fuel
Fate in your hands
While you're waitin' for me
I'm already there
Already, dear
Now is only now
Head back to the ground, dear
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Key vocabulary
- bad
- not goodA1
- came
- arrivedA1
- card
- small thick paperA1
- catching
- attracting quicklyA2
- dear
- loved oneA1
- down
- not up; sadA1
- even
- equal; same levelA1
- face
- front part of headA1
- feeling
- emotionA1
- find
- discover by searchingA1
About this song
Mac Miller was an American rapper and singer from Pittsburgh whose genre-spanning hip-hop combined party-starting beginnings with introspective, often jazzy and philosophical songwriting. He first broke through with the mainstream success of Blue Slide Park and later became a self-produced auteur credited under the name Larry Fisherman, known for candid material that culminated in his final album Swimming.