Up In the Air

Four, five jets
Pop out, switch up the continent (wooh)
Let's just text
Tryna ease up the tension (tension)
Run right back
Your bih she fuck with me heavy (heavy)
Thank you, Next
Reclining, kicking my feet up, ey
JFK, LAX
Later they spot me in Roissy
Ey, drop your ass
If you keep being noisy
I don't get why they all finna hate
They all finna try me
Yeah, if that's how it is
I'm going ballistic
Clear out the city
Clear out the Skyway
I'm done with the field days
Put on the uniform
Put on the blue mask
Put on Profumo Versace
Put me on runway
I'll be the flight crew
I'll be the plane and the pilot
I set the cosine
Change up the new wave
You just a traveler to ride with
Congratulations
On making to where I just left on vacations
I don't do patient
Sick o' the wait and the air that's stagnant
Stay in the motion
Call your girl over to sip on white wine
If she wanna slash she gon' have to wait
On the International Date Line
Four, five jets
Pop out, switch up the continent (wooh)
Let's just text
Tryna ease up the tension (tension)
Run right back
Your bih she fuck with me heavy (heavy)
Thank you, Next
Reclining, kicking my feet up, ey
JFK, LAX
Later they spot me in Roissy
Ey, drop your ass
If you keep being noisy
I don't get why they all finna hate
They all finna try me
Yeah, if that's how it is
I'm going ballistic
The world is as big as you see it
Crazy how it felt bigger before
Ya boy, he came to the States
Then he went independent
And fuck up the pay
All the headache from bad paint
That he put on his face
Tried to be something he ain't
He still dropped a tape
And the repercussion nearly put him in grave
Made some mistakes
But that's in the past though
Yeah, set a few limits
I already passed those
Uh, up in the air
I'm wanting the throne still
Ey, you know where I'll land
Stay outta my blast zone
Four, five jets
Pop out, switch up the continent (wooh)
Let's just text
Tryna ease up the tension (tension)
Run right back
Your bih she fuck with me heavy (heavy)
Thank you, Next
Reclining, kicking my feet up, ey
JFK, LAX
Later they spot me in Roissy
Ey, drop your ass
If you keep being noisy
I don't get why they all finna hate
They all finna try me
Yeah, if that's how it is
I'm going ballistic



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Wells, Zhenghao Lin
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