AIRPLANE MODE from AIRPLANE MODE by Mystic Secretion
Tracklist
| 3. | AIRPLANE MODE | 5:22 |
Lyrics
(Jacob Olson)
Late nights, stumble from house to house
Bottom shelf, brussel sprouts, I got lost
Big ambition, superstition
Lost my mission, my criss cross
Rap legend, Rick Ross
Tossin’ lessons like the cross
It ain’t simple, life’s a riddle
Blowin’ sinful, sign of the cross
Fuck that, what I’m doin’ givin lessons
My life ain’t been answered, it’s a question
Why me? That’s the wrong question
Self-improvement, that is my questin’
Trade a penny for a nickel, that’s progress
Nickel turn to dollar, dollar turn to thousands
Keep your money movin, that’s how you lose it
I let my money collect, that’s how I prove it
(Taylor Penny)
AIRPLANE MODE on the phone
Self control, gotta get home
Do you need a ride? I’ll pick you up tonight
Gotta stay inside, gotta stay inside
(Alex Koester)
Milly rock, I’m a mini shark
I’m a mini shark in America
Headed for, where I’m headed for
Not my home, do not do enough
Look at all of those seventeen-year-olds
Cover of the Vogue, damn, my ass is broke
Made nothin outta nothin yuh
Now I’m by-choice bummin
Up the scale, up the scale, then I’m lost
Upper echelon, y’all trynna hate a boss
Issa jail cell in my email
Fuck a retail, I’m on that resale
I’m on that resale, I know you can’t tell
That shit is upscale, the life of fairy tales
The stock market, in box cars
We’re trippin Mars, ego for miles
(Dev Bhakta)
Feel like a different man on the same shit
Damn, nobody told me that life came quick
And everybody got me feelin like I don’t fit
Earth tremblin, world bendin is it worth all of this
All that effort just to be that same little boy
That you was ten years ago, playin with them toys
And Nintendo, goin where the wind blow
Thinkin ‘bout Articuno and not about no new hoe
Nah, I gotta stop that shit
Cuz my parents ain’t raise no fuckin bitch
I take the opportunity and seize that shit,
Yeah I tease that shit, and my ego, you know I
Feed that shit, without this ambition you’re just a name on a list
I ain’t workin for commission no I put up the fist
Name a brown boy you know that’s as clean as this
And it’s to early to quit cuz I got bars to spit
And dreams to kill and fires to fuel
So don’t ever think a homie went cool
I’m still that hot-headed boy from the 612
(Alex Koester)
Eins zwei drei
Was willst du haben Frau
Ich hab kein Jagenfrau
Jagenglück kein Glück
Geh zurück von hier
Ich hab kein Bier
Ich hab nur Schnaps
Und was ist dass
Ich hab dass nur für mich
Und ich will nicht mit dir trinken
Ich will nicht saufen
Ich will nicht kaufen
Ich will nicht bauchen
Und diene Bauch ist nicht groß
Es ist so schlimm dass du bist hier
