[Chorus]
Blown away
Blown away
So blown away
Blown away
I'm just blown away

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, raps I buss 'em, problems with my life, don't discuss 'em
Coupes and leer jets, I lust them
Can't hear them haters talk, I'm above them
But they push me to do it, that's why I love them
Fitting snug in the Chevy seat
N***a you see the future, that's ahead of me
And wish that it was cease to be
Buzz increased until it became a bang
Jet planes in the building, bitch, we do our thang
Who the man manoeuvre the coup in Vancouver
Canadian ladies is speaking the fly language
I'm partially famous, popularity gaining
They wondering when I blow am I gonna lose my underground soul
The answer is hell no
I'm definitely maintaining, I'm way too G
The other n***as do their thang, but them n***as ain't me
Wear what you can't buy, fly to where ya can't be
[Chorus]
Blown away
Blown away
So blown away
Blown away
I'm just blown away

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Roll something up, mama, we can smoke in here
Sneaker-head, wing tips, I never bought a pair
Out of dress codes, still getting in there
Girlfriend now rolling like a wheelchair
MDMA and THC combining
She high, climbing into the truck, we riding
Jack move, fool, ain't no denying the cool
The mirror image ain't quick enough to mimic my moves
You n***as thoughts 'bout as shallow as a kiddie pool
Can't articulate themselves in their interviews
Rappers on a respirators, breathing through a tube
Reviving with the live shit, we make it good as new
Tired of hearin jive shit? My n***a me too
Bad bitches want the real, baby girl, I feel you
Only thing I can do is move pen or pencil
Write and smoke my life away as I continue

[Chorus]
Blown away
Blown away
So blown away
Blown away
I'm just blown away
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Try to act like you ain't know the Planes got it
I'm in Chi-town smoking like a train, chale
Never match, they say I dress train spotter
I just stay up collecting sky mileage
I'm a high pilot, you must acknowledge
The fact that I'm not a novice
Professional driver on a closed circuit
Monster Beats got NASCAR Spitta on them tracks, perfect
Grind outta my mind, because it's so worth it
Enable Spitta to make a big purchase, three story crib
Driveway half-circle, Dodge Barracuda, n***a
Concrete surfer, engine growling like a rottweiler tryna hurt ya
Bags of purple
Strong enough To Stephan Urquille outta Urkel
Spitta hand deliver fly verses
Free accidents on purpose, yeah