Yeah
We can join the mile high club, yeah
Got a couple trips lined up, yeah
Put a couple brands on you, yeah
Good brain f*ck your mind up
Oh, oh, oh
PJ party, no pajamas
Smooth as peanut butter, this your jam, yeah
She gon' let me hit over Nevada, yeah
I said girl you is a bad one
Oh, oh, oh
I'mma take you to Japan cause you fine as hell
Where're we going after that only time will tell
Maybe France, blow a bag on you, buy Chanel
Leave our phones back home, we go off the grid
Saint Lucia, came through, I already brought the tix
I don't usually fall off the rip
Tides turning, how you pullin' me in, lost my grip
It's cuffin season, I'm looking to cuff you down
Yeah, I'm the type of nigga that you never been around
I be hittin' all the spots, yeah
Won't find nobody else to top that
Window seats to the greek isles
Planning other vacays in the meanwhile
You're the type I want to be around
Yeah
We can join the mile high club, yeah
Got a couple trips lined up, yeah
Put a couple brands on you, yeah
Good brain f*ck your mind up
Oh, oh, oh
PJ party, no pajamas
Smooth as peanut butter, this your jam, yeah
She gon' let me hit over Nevada, yeah
I said girl you is a bad one
Oh, oh, oh
Chillin' in cabanas, somewhere on an island
Gonna go bananas, when we join the pilot
Playing Santana, baby we be vibing
Later we romancing, on some mile high shit, yeah
Travel like a circus, champagne vera wang, you deserve it
Never mind the gram, you look better here in person, yeah
And I love the way you work it
Ain't nobody makin' plans like me, talking dinner in LA
Wake up to breakfast overseas
I swear you won't ever want to leave
Take off, baby we gon' ride the breeze, yeah
Oh, you won't ever want to leave, no, no
Oh, baby we gon' ride the breeze, yeah
Yeah
We can join the mile high club, yeah
Got a couple trips lined up, yeah
Put a couple brands on you, yeah
Good brain f*ck your mind up
Oh, oh, oh
PJ party, no pajamas
Smooth as peanut butter, this your jam, yeah
She gon' let me hit over Nevada, yeah
I said girl you is a bad one
Oh, oh, oh
Ollie Joseph & Hush - Mile High Lyrics
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Yeah
We can join the mile high club, yeah
Got a couple trips lined up, yeah
Put a couple brands on you, yeah
Good brain f*ck your mind up
Oh, oh, oh
PJ party, no pajamas
Smooth as peanut butter, this your jam, yeah
She gon' let me hit over Nevada, yeah
I said girl you is a bad one
Oh, oh, oh
I'mma take you to Japan cause you fine as hell
Where're we going after that only time will tell
Maybe France, blow a bag on you, buy Chanel
Leave our phones back home, we go off the grid
Saint Lucia, came through, I already brought the tix
I don't usually fall off the rip
Tides turning, how you pullin' me in, lost my grip
It's cuffin season, I'm looking to cuff you down
Yeah, I'm the type of nigga that you never been around
I be hittin' all the spots, yeah
Won't find nobody else to top that
Window seats to the greek isles
Planning other vacays in the meanwhile
You're the type I want to be around
Yeah
We can join the mile high club, yeah
Got a couple trips lined up, yeah
Put a couple brands on you, yeah
Good brain f*ck your mind up
Oh, oh, oh
PJ party, no pajamas
Smooth as peanut butter, this your jam, yeah
She gon' let me hit over Nevada, yeah
I said girl you is a bad one
Oh, oh, oh
Chillin' in cabanas, somewhere on an island
Gonna go bananas, when we join the pilot
Playing Santana, baby we be vibing
Later we romancing, on some mile high shit, yeah
Travel like a circus, champagne vera wang, you deserve it
Never mind the gram, you look better here in person, yeah
And I love the way you work it
Ain't nobody makin' plans like me, talking dinner in LA
Wake up to breakfast overseas
I swear you won't ever want to leave
Take off, baby we gon' ride the breeze, yeah
Oh, you won't ever want to leave, no, no
Oh, baby we gon' ride the breeze, yeah
Yeah
We can join the mile high club, yeah
Got a couple trips lined up, yeah
Put a couple brands on you, yeah
Good brain f*ck your mind up
Oh, oh, oh
PJ party, no pajamas
Smooth as peanut butter, this your jam, yeah
She gon' let me hit over Nevada, yeah
I said girl you is a bad one
Oh, oh, oh
We can join the mile high club, yeah
Got a couple trips lined up, yeah
Put a couple brands on you, yeah
Good brain f*ck your mind up
Oh, oh, oh
PJ party, no pajamas
Smooth as peanut butter, this your jam, yeah
She gon' let me hit over Nevada, yeah
I said girl you is a bad one
Oh, oh, oh
I'mma take you to Japan cause you fine as hell
Where're we going after that only time will tell
Maybe France, blow a bag on you, buy Chanel
Leave our phones back home, we go off the grid
Saint Lucia, came through, I already brought the tix
I don't usually fall off the rip
Tides turning, how you pullin' me in, lost my grip
It's cuffin season, I'm looking to cuff you down
Yeah, I'm the type of nigga that you never been around
I be hittin' all the spots, yeah
Won't find nobody else to top that
Window seats to the greek isles
Planning other vacays in the meanwhile
You're the type I want to be around
Yeah
We can join the mile high club, yeah
Got a couple trips lined up, yeah
Put a couple brands on you, yeah
Good brain f*ck your mind up
Oh, oh, oh
PJ party, no pajamas
Smooth as peanut butter, this your jam, yeah
She gon' let me hit over Nevada, yeah
I said girl you is a bad one
Oh, oh, oh
Chillin' in cabanas, somewhere on an island
Gonna go bananas, when we join the pilot
Playing Santana, baby we be vibing
Later we romancing, on some mile high shit, yeah
Travel like a circus, champagne vera wang, you deserve it
Never mind the gram, you look better here in person, yeah
And I love the way you work it
Ain't nobody makin' plans like me, talking dinner in LA
Wake up to breakfast overseas
I swear you won't ever want to leave
Take off, baby we gon' ride the breeze, yeah
Oh, you won't ever want to leave, no, no
Oh, baby we gon' ride the breeze, yeah
Yeah
We can join the mile high club, yeah
Got a couple trips lined up, yeah
Put a couple brands on you, yeah
Good brain f*ck your mind up
Oh, oh, oh
PJ party, no pajamas
Smooth as peanut butter, this your jam, yeah
She gon' let me hit over Nevada, yeah
I said girl you is a bad one
Oh, oh, oh
Writer: Jesse Hauser, Olliver Joseph
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid