Out On The Airstrip lyrics

Ah, take me with you...
You ground the flyboy
you`ll be clear for miles
They`re throwing a party
They`re throwing vials
You been wearing a gymsuit
Flagging him down
Now to land this bigass bird
then pussy-bound

Out on the airstrip
the weather`s is clear
nothing be ugly
can see him in here

Out on the airstrip
the weather`s so clear
nothing so ugly
can see him in here

John hear of duress`s
We`re only guided yeah
we`re doing ninety
we`re doing fine
oh we`re almost there
we`re up there (way the fuck up there)
wine and having some bud
side door high post slo-mo
like no gun, no luck

Out on the airstrip
the weather`s is clear
nothing be ugly
can see him in here

Out on the airstrip
the weather`s so clear
nothing so ugly
can see him in here

And the girl`s claps were always wild
when I asked her what that town did for shits
Well she just rolled onto the runway
and flashed me a picture of her kid

when the sun came up, she was hidden
and the speedballer started taking her high
I swore that morning