Ozzy (LIVE in Chicago) lyrics

[Intro]
Doo, doo doo-doo
Doo, doo, doo-doo
Doo, doo, doo-doo
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Yeah
I wanna fly like an eagle
Into the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly, fly straight into the future
Alright Chicago

[Chorus]
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Big dope with my girl in the deep end
Two-door, riding 'round, yeah, we speeding
b*tch, it's the weekend
I'm never leaving
I'm next up, getting paper with my best friends
Fess up, I'm the best, nothing less than
What's up, come on ride in the S-class
Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my what?
[Verse]
Rockstar sh*t, I look like Ozzy
Pull up to the telly smokin' gas in the lobby
Drop top Mazi
No, can't nobody stop me
I'm a Lady Gaga, tell the paparazzi
Me and shawty spent all night getting high on the low low
Red eye flights, Off-White head to toe though
Brand new Nikes looking nice with the Polo
Jason Derulo, I'm riding solo
I kill 'em all, call it Lars Ulrich
Lil' b*tch tryna ride my wave
Lil' b*tch get your own sh*t
Lil' b*tch I been gettin' paid
Pull up in my own whip
Lil' b*tch soundin' like a lame
Beggin' for my old sh*t
Pull up, pull up in that vert, goin skrrt
I pick up your b*tch at work
I can't help the way I am
Break a bag and roll the herb
Beggin' for a feature
Boy, you broke you can't afford a verse
b*tch, I look like

[Chorus]
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Big dope with my girl in the deep end
Two-door, riding 'round, yeah, we speeding
b*tch, it's the weekend
I'm never leaving
I'm next up, getting paper with my best friends
Fess up, I'm the best, nothing less than
What's up, come on ride in the S-class
In my right, and a bottle in my, ayy
[Verse 2]
Where that weed?
Where that blunt?
Go on roll that sh*t up
Blowin' smoke out the window
She look like Beatrix Kiddo
I'm with some Harajuku girls
Gwen Stefani my bae
They can't f*ck with the gang
We sound like Crazy 88
I pull up in Hiroshima, I had to cop me some Bape
I skrrt off in that Beamer and I take a blunt to the face
When they ask how I'm feelin', I tell 'em I'm feeling great
Rainbow road, switchin' lanes
In some opalescent paint
Rockin' Saint Laurent glasses
Backwood ashin'
Police passin', she bat her eye lashes
I do the dash in the '97 Air Max
Shawty pin her hair back
What?

[Chorus]
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Big dope with my girl in the deep end
Two-door, riding 'round, yeah, we speeding
b*tch, it's the weekend
I'm never leaving
I'm next up, getting paper with my best friends
Fess up, I'm the best, nothing less than
What's up, come on ride in the S-class
Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand
[Outro]
Ah, yeah, yeah
Ah, yeah
Ah, yeah
Thank you
How we feelin'?