Private Jet
Ready for take off, no lie it's real talk
You said your peace, he made you bleed
You sat in first class, beauty behind your mask
He did you wrong
But now he's gone
I wanna pull you close
He treats you like a ghost
I know i'm not your first
But I can tell you worth
Don't need a price tag
Don't need designer bags
I'd rather give you life
I know that you're the type
I got some shit to say
I wanna take his place
We high up in the sky
So glad I caught your eye
Seems like he's done with you
After what he put you through
Just wanna kiss your neck
Hop on my private jet
He showed you red flags, now you got jet lag
He took you low, baby just let go
I felt your heartbeat, deep in the backseat
I hope you learn, just let it burn
I wanna pull you close
He treats you like a ghost
I know i'm not your first
But I can tell you worth
Don't need a price tag
Don't need designer bags
I'd rather give you life
I know that you're the type
I got some shit to say
I wanna take his place
We high up in the sky
So glad I caught your eye
Seems like he's done with you
After what he put you through
Just wanna kiss your neck
Hop on my private jet
I got some shit to say
I wanna take his place
We high up in the sky
So glad I caught your eye
Seems like he's done with you
After what he put you through
Just wanna kiss your neck
Hop on my private jet
You said your peace, he made you bleed
You sat in first class, beauty behind your mask
He did you wrong
But now he's gone
I wanna pull you close
He treats you like a ghost
I know i'm not your first
But I can tell you worth
Don't need a price tag
Don't need designer bags
I'd rather give you life
I know that you're the type
I got some shit to say
I wanna take his place
We high up in the sky
So glad I caught your eye
Seems like he's done with you
After what he put you through
Just wanna kiss your neck
Hop on my private jet
He showed you red flags, now you got jet lag
He took you low, baby just let go
I felt your heartbeat, deep in the backseat
I hope you learn, just let it burn
I wanna pull you close
He treats you like a ghost
I know i'm not your first
But I can tell you worth
Don't need a price tag
Don't need designer bags
I'd rather give you life
I know that you're the type
I got some shit to say
I wanna take his place
We high up in the sky
So glad I caught your eye
Seems like he's done with you
After what he put you through
Just wanna kiss your neck
Hop on my private jet
I got some shit to say
I wanna take his place
We high up in the sky
So glad I caught your eye
Seems like he's done with you
After what he put you through
Just wanna kiss your neck
Hop on my private jet
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Writer(s): Herekiah Williams
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