Jay Flint feat. LOUD - "JETS TO BRAZIL"

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[LYRICS] - I'm on this Jet to Brazil -
The stewardess just handed me a box full of pills -
Prehistoric egg shaped with blue and pink swirls -
Some of them were purple, some the color daffodil...
the shit was ill - she placed them on my lap in a box - stepped back, then she just stood there still...
then she said said i had to choose -
I took every single one, went numb, and woke up in Peru...
Laying on an alter, I was stretched the fuck out...
Incas danced around me while the sun was going down...
I realized Machu Pichu was the background -
What the fuck did i take on that plane? I'm tripping out...
I leapt from the alter, made a dash for the door -
But there were no doors, just 8 open floors...
i noticed from the side of me eye a small staircase -
bolted for the steps - determined to escape...
Get to the bottom of the stairs....
look around for help but there aint anybody there...
then a light flickers in the distance so i move -
that old cliche' - "walk towards the light" is really true...
Now I'm getting closer to the light I saw before -
At this point I'm underground - I've reached the bottom floor...
Light grows brighter with every step that i make...
Chest gets tighter with every breath that i take...
Jet to Brazil... (x 2)
Everybody All aboard the Jet to Brazil...
The Engine propelling the Jet to Brazil...
Purple, green, and yellow pills - The Jet to Brazil...
Finally- at last, I reach the distant light -
Then everything flashes and fades out to white -
Next thing i know, I'm on an aircraft in flight -
feel my skin ripping from scalpels and knives...
I try to open my eyes but i cant see clear -
vision foggy & cloudy but i can still hear...
Little figures emerge from hazy eyesight...
I hear them speaking a language that doesn't sound right...
A moment of clarity offers haunting images -
large heads, big black eyes & gray skin...
My arms and legs are hooked up to robotic instruments-
the cold metal, and strange smell has left me sick...
I try to struggle and free myself but it's no use -
My neck is locked to the metal like it was in a noose...
I fade to black from the pain and start to feel a chill -
Then I wake up on the Jet to Brazil...
Written, Mixed, Mastered, Arranged by: JAY FLINT
Co-Written by: LOUD
Produced By: OM UNIT & DISCO NUTTER "Question"
Executive Producer: JAY FLINT

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tripped. the. fuck .out.