Lyrics Airplane Mode - Marlon Craft
I'm
in
airplane
mode
Don't
talk
to
me
I'm
in
airplane
mode
Don't
talk
to
me
I'm
in
airplane
mode
There
they
go
I'm
way
above
the
bullshit
Wavin'
at
you,
haters
I'm
in
airplane
mode
Don't
talk
to
me
I'm
in
airplane
mode
Don't
talk
to
me
I'm
in
airplane
mode
There
they
go
I'm
way
above
the
bullshit
Way
above
the
bullshit
Bout
as
underrated
as
an
Aaron
Gordon
dunk
Ya'll
some
rockstars
dads
it's
apparent
you
a
punk
I
been
tryna
bring
the
truth,
you
could
dare
me
if
you
want
Very
rarely
do
my
pass
barely
for
you
wary
motherfuckers,
I'm
a
grump
Craft
on
his
high
horse
again
Knicks
chanclas
and
some
socks
on
the
porch
again
Readin'
'bout
whatever
false
persona
they
be
morphin
into
this
week
Bitch,
please!
(Shut
the
fuck
up,
man)
This
a
light
flex,
I'm
just
gettin'
my
endorphins
in
The
like
"please
bring
the
chorus
and
forage
and
foreign
win
in
a
foreign
whip"
But
they
so
familiar
How
am
I
the
one
observin'
that
they
so
vanilla?
Tryna
unwind
I've
been
very
stressed
We
on
the
decline
We
ain't
our
very
best
I'm
havin'
tough
times
Don't
understand
my
chest
Beneath
the
vest
in
leaks
at
best
I
wrote
this
shit
the
day
Smoke
got
popped
Feel
like
I'm
losin'
the
little
hope
I
got
Feel
like
everybody
with
the
jokes,
I'm
not
So
I'm
just
tryna
focus
on
the
folks
I
got
I'm
in
airplane
mode
Don't
talk
to
me
I'm
in
airplane
mode
Don't
talk
to
me
I'm
in
airplane
mode
There
they
go
I'm
way
above
the
bullshit
Wavin'
at
you,
haters
I'm
in
airplane
mode
Don't
talk
to
me
I'm
in
airplane
mode
Don't
talk
to
me
I'm
in
airplane
mode
There
they
go
I'm
way
above
the
bullshit
Way
above
the
bullshit
Leave
me
alone,
please
I
ain't
felt
right
since
we
lost
Kobe
I
ain't
been
the
same
since
Mac
o.d'ed
Shit,
is
oddly?
I'm
feelin'
lonely
Ain't
had
a
hero
in
years,
got
zero
appears
Had
to
delete
the
apps,
tired
of
needing
your
cheers
Tired
of
all
the
media
just
feeding
your
fears
But
fuck
that,
pass
the
sauce
Gotta
hold
on
Put
a
little
bit
of
rhythm
in
it
So
strong
That's
why
they
get
a
little
bitter
with
it
Cold
on
All
of
the
shoulders
that
they
limit
him
with
No
prob
My
heart
bundled
up
for
winter
But
watch
when
I
get
hot
how
the
climate
change
Fuck
ya
finer
things
I'm
like
if
Cornell
West,
Griselda,
La
Chappel
And
Adele
all
got
together
and
designed
a
brain
Ain't
no
time
for
games,
man
I'm
in
airplane
mode
Don't
talk
to
me
I'm
in
airplane
mode
Don't
talk
to
me
I'm
in
airplane
mode
There
they
go
I'm
way
above
the
bullshit
Wavin'
at
you,
haters
I'm
in
airplane
mode
Don't
talk
to
me
I'm
in
airplane
mode
Don't
talk
to
me
I'm
in
airplane
mode
There
they
go
I'm
way
above
the
bullshit
Way
above
the
bullshit
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