Welcome to the mile high club, this shit's abysmal
It's official, your charisma's gone at the blow of a whistle
Welcome to the mile high club, pure cynicism
It's official, don't give a fizzle if you give head for wisdom
The industry's going insane, or at least it sure appears so
Let it go, stop hating, it's because we are all scorpios
Spitting rhymes like 99 cents, your throats must be so sore
Bet you girlies have some lyrics that are just to die for
I wrote this song so I can profit off the things that I hate
On the internet, there's ass, tits, mumble rap and clickbait
This song is dedicated to all the good things that I own
Prepare for one minute of silence, a pause and a long moan
Aaah, at the back of the track, I've been told I like sex
Thankfully I have somehow more important traits I can flex
Welcome to the mile high club where you don't sit down
What's intercourse when everything else comes crashing down
You like when he sticks it up there and you want us to know
Marriages and divorces now are just a shit-show
Man, how easy would it be for me to flash everyone I see
It'd boost my career so much I'd pee-
(Boost my charisma)
If you cheat on your partner, you get that cash flow
But if they manage to cheat too, that's just a low blow
Go on and fire your lawyer and write a diss track
Somehow it's better, when we're angry we all can rap
F*ck the sanctity of love, you're now the saints of business
Cause music is not emotion, it's most cock sucking in Guinness
Call me an asshole, but I'd say I'm mildly violent
They said truth hurts so now that is how they promote empowerment
Welcome to the mile high club, this shit's abysmal
It's official, your charisma's gone at the blow of a whistle
Welcome to the mile high club, pure cynicism
It's official, don't give a fizzle if you give head for wisdom
No, I will never want to keep my songs PG 13
Rap is nicotine, supreme and methamphetamine
I might write music naked, but that's not how I sell it
Your verse is just shit, no matter how you say it (hahaha)
Wish I had fingers to count how many times someone's f*cked my woman
But you didn't get my man, f*ck, you just couldn't
Untouchable, king of spades shooting MGKs
It's just a pun, so no low km squad, if that's okay
Speaking of weapons, that subject's now taboo
The legends warned you, yet they were undermined too
No one cares about strong personal development if it's underground
When you've got kama sutra all over the internet with some background sound
I'm not from the hood but I sure feel as if I'm underwater
Rappers got me gasping for air, gasp, cause this shit is manslaughter
I desire to go on, but before I nominate anyone
Let me get this straight...
Let me get this straight.
So no gangster rap, cause that shit is obscene
But it's alright when she literally dry humps the scene
Go on and fire your lawyer and write a diss track
Somehow it's better, when we're angry we all can rap
F*ck the sanctity of love, you're now the saints of business
Cause music is not emotion, it's most cock sucking in Guinness
They preach when you say he f*cked your intestines out
Like philosophers said, they do anything for-
Welcome to the mile high club, this shit's abysmal
It's official, your charisma's gone at the blow of a whistle
Welcome to the high mile club, pure cynicism
It's official, don't give a fizzle if you give head for wisdom
I investigate, calculate and graduate
So I can intimidate them and annihilate
All the songs weighing less than my body weight
I want to culminate so watch me liberate
Rap and re-create the meaning of those duplicates
While they're situated at the starting gate
I will oxygenate their brains at an equal rate
Yeah, I will manipulate their flat-lined mental state
Reactivate, rejuvenate and reintegrate
Don't underestimate my mortality rate
My ability to incapacitate any rap lightweight
Bet you ate some of my ethyl acetate
I delegate the adequate head of state
It's me, I educate you, so let me levitate
You mutilate the concept of fourth grade
As you masturbate on beats and ejaculate
You cannot renegade my sick flow rate
Pssst, I am a hot plate so checkmate
Terminated
The mile high club's exclusive, it can't be joined by anyone
Even if I was your daddy you wouldn't be my favourite son
Go on and fire your lawyer and write a diss track
Somehow it's better, when we're angry we all can rap
F*ck the sanctity of love, you're now the saints of business
Cause music is not emotion, it's most cock sucking in Guinness
Because what happens on a plane always stays on the plane
Don't listen to my sick brain, you're better off doing cocaine
Król - MILE HIGH CLUB (by Kiyūkō) Lyrics
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Welcome to the mile high club, this shit's abysmal
It's official, your charisma's gone at the blow of a whistle
Welcome to the mile high club, pure cynicism
It's official, don't give a fizzle if you give head for wisdom
The industry's going insane, or at least it sure appears so
Let it go, stop hating, it's because we are all scorpios
Spitting rhymes like 99 cents, your throats must be so sore
Bet you girlies have some lyrics that are just to die for
I wrote this song so I can profit off the things that I hate
On the internet, there's ass, tits, mumble rap and clickbait
This song is dedicated to all the good things that I own
Prepare for one minute of silence, a pause and a long moan
Aaah, at the back of the track, I've been told I like sex
Thankfully I have somehow more important traits I can flex
Welcome to the mile high club where you don't sit down
What's intercourse when everything else comes crashing down
You like when he sticks it up there and you want us to know
Marriages and divorces now are just a shit-show
Man, how easy would it be for me to flash everyone I see
It'd boost my career so much I'd pee-
(Boost my charisma)
If you cheat on your partner, you get that cash flow
But if they manage to cheat too, that's just a low blow
Go on and fire your lawyer and write a diss track
Somehow it's better, when we're angry we all can rap
F*ck the sanctity of love, you're now the saints of business
Cause music is not emotion, it's most cock sucking in Guinness
Call me an asshole, but I'd say I'm mildly violent
They said truth hurts so now that is how they promote empowerment
Welcome to the mile high club, this shit's abysmal
It's official, your charisma's gone at the blow of a whistle
Welcome to the mile high club, pure cynicism
It's official, don't give a fizzle if you give head for wisdom
No, I will never want to keep my songs PG 13
Rap is nicotine, supreme and methamphetamine
I might write music naked, but that's not how I sell it
Your verse is just shit, no matter how you say it (hahaha)
Wish I had fingers to count how many times someone's f*cked my woman
But you didn't get my man, f*ck, you just couldn't
Untouchable, king of spades shooting MGKs
It's just a pun, so no low km squad, if that's okay
Speaking of weapons, that subject's now taboo
The legends warned you, yet they were undermined too
No one cares about strong personal development if it's underground
When you've got kama sutra all over the internet with some background sound
I'm not from the hood but I sure feel as if I'm underwater
Rappers got me gasping for air, gasp, cause this shit is manslaughter
I desire to go on, but before I nominate anyone
Let me get this straight...
Let me get this straight.
So no gangster rap, cause that shit is obscene
But it's alright when she literally dry humps the scene
Go on and fire your lawyer and write a diss track
Somehow it's better, when we're angry we all can rap
F*ck the sanctity of love, you're now the saints of business
Cause music is not emotion, it's most cock sucking in Guinness
They preach when you say he f*cked your intestines out
Like philosophers said, they do anything for-
Welcome to the mile high club, this shit's abysmal
It's official, your charisma's gone at the blow of a whistle
Welcome to the high mile club, pure cynicism
It's official, don't give a fizzle if you give head for wisdom
I investigate, calculate and graduate
So I can intimidate them and annihilate
All the songs weighing less than my body weight
I want to culminate so watch me liberate
Rap and re-create the meaning of those duplicates
While they're situated at the starting gate
I will oxygenate their brains at an equal rate
Yeah, I will manipulate their flat-lined mental state
Reactivate, rejuvenate and reintegrate
Don't underestimate my mortality rate
My ability to incapacitate any rap lightweight
Bet you ate some of my ethyl acetate
I delegate the adequate head of state
It's me, I educate you, so let me levitate
You mutilate the concept of fourth grade
As you masturbate on beats and ejaculate
You cannot renegade my sick flow rate
Pssst, I am a hot plate so checkmate
Terminated
The mile high club's exclusive, it can't be joined by anyone
Even if I was your daddy you wouldn't be my favourite son
Go on and fire your lawyer and write a diss track
Somehow it's better, when we're angry we all can rap
F*ck the sanctity of love, you're now the saints of business
Cause music is not emotion, it's most cock sucking in Guinness
Because what happens on a plane always stays on the plane
Don't listen to my sick brain, you're better off doing cocaine
It's official, your charisma's gone at the blow of a whistle
Welcome to the mile high club, pure cynicism
It's official, don't give a fizzle if you give head for wisdom
The industry's going insane, or at least it sure appears so
Let it go, stop hating, it's because we are all scorpios
Spitting rhymes like 99 cents, your throats must be so sore
Bet you girlies have some lyrics that are just to die for
I wrote this song so I can profit off the things that I hate
On the internet, there's ass, tits, mumble rap and clickbait
This song is dedicated to all the good things that I own
Prepare for one minute of silence, a pause and a long moan
Aaah, at the back of the track, I've been told I like sex
Thankfully I have somehow more important traits I can flex
Welcome to the mile high club where you don't sit down
What's intercourse when everything else comes crashing down
You like when he sticks it up there and you want us to know
Marriages and divorces now are just a shit-show
Man, how easy would it be for me to flash everyone I see
It'd boost my career so much I'd pee-
(Boost my charisma)
If you cheat on your partner, you get that cash flow
But if they manage to cheat too, that's just a low blow
Go on and fire your lawyer and write a diss track
Somehow it's better, when we're angry we all can rap
F*ck the sanctity of love, you're now the saints of business
Cause music is not emotion, it's most cock sucking in Guinness
Call me an asshole, but I'd say I'm mildly violent
They said truth hurts so now that is how they promote empowerment
Welcome to the mile high club, this shit's abysmal
It's official, your charisma's gone at the blow of a whistle
Welcome to the mile high club, pure cynicism
It's official, don't give a fizzle if you give head for wisdom
No, I will never want to keep my songs PG 13
Rap is nicotine, supreme and methamphetamine
I might write music naked, but that's not how I sell it
Your verse is just shit, no matter how you say it (hahaha)
Wish I had fingers to count how many times someone's f*cked my woman
But you didn't get my man, f*ck, you just couldn't
Untouchable, king of spades shooting MGKs
It's just a pun, so no low km squad, if that's okay
Speaking of weapons, that subject's now taboo
The legends warned you, yet they were undermined too
No one cares about strong personal development if it's underground
When you've got kama sutra all over the internet with some background sound
I'm not from the hood but I sure feel as if I'm underwater
Rappers got me gasping for air, gasp, cause this shit is manslaughter
I desire to go on, but before I nominate anyone
Let me get this straight...
Let me get this straight.
So no gangster rap, cause that shit is obscene
But it's alright when she literally dry humps the scene
Go on and fire your lawyer and write a diss track
Somehow it's better, when we're angry we all can rap
F*ck the sanctity of love, you're now the saints of business
Cause music is not emotion, it's most cock sucking in Guinness
They preach when you say he f*cked your intestines out
Like philosophers said, they do anything for-
Welcome to the mile high club, this shit's abysmal
It's official, your charisma's gone at the blow of a whistle
Welcome to the high mile club, pure cynicism
It's official, don't give a fizzle if you give head for wisdom
I investigate, calculate and graduate
So I can intimidate them and annihilate
All the songs weighing less than my body weight
I want to culminate so watch me liberate
Rap and re-create the meaning of those duplicates
While they're situated at the starting gate
I will oxygenate their brains at an equal rate
Yeah, I will manipulate their flat-lined mental state
Reactivate, rejuvenate and reintegrate
Don't underestimate my mortality rate
My ability to incapacitate any rap lightweight
Bet you ate some of my ethyl acetate
I delegate the adequate head of state
It's me, I educate you, so let me levitate
You mutilate the concept of fourth grade
As you masturbate on beats and ejaculate
You cannot renegade my sick flow rate
Pssst, I am a hot plate so checkmate
Terminated
The mile high club's exclusive, it can't be joined by anyone
Even if I was your daddy you wouldn't be my favourite son
Go on and fire your lawyer and write a diss track
Somehow it's better, when we're angry we all can rap
F*ck the sanctity of love, you're now the saints of business
Cause music is not emotion, it's most cock sucking in Guinness
Because what happens on a plane always stays on the plane
Don't listen to my sick brain, you're better off doing cocaine
Writer: Alexandra Misăilă
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid