Plane Crash
I ain't lonely
Got my homies
They just don't know me
Gotta watch my step see?
Wake up, and I don't know where I am
Washed out
Gotta look for dry land
Strapped in and there's blood on my hands
It wasn't me, was it me? what's it mean?
Sweet talkin', bad mouthin', don't you cross the line
Please keep it steady
I ain't tryna start another fight
You know it's problematic, we don't want demise
Keep it brewing, keep it cooking and the dough will always rise like
Oh sister oh sister from another mister,
Why you misbehaving when we want the same picture?
I ain't talkin' 'bout some polos or photos,
We gotta shake and develop the clip, probono
Okay it's rocky
I get it, but ain't that just the way it is?
I'm tryna spill the tea but all you're tastin's just a sip
My blood's boiling, head's steaming, screaming like a kettle
But thats alright, my skin's thick
It's prolly made of metal
Not mad, just a little disappointed
Don't you get it? can't you see that this is what the point it is
Now i get it, that it's hard and tough,
But I know that you'll get it if you haven't tried enough
I ain't lonely
Got my homies
They just don't know me
Gotta watch my step see?
Wake up, and I don't know where I am
Washed out
Gotta look for dry land
Strapped in and there's blood on my hands
It wasn't me, was it me? what's it mean?
Black bean brownie in my back pocket
I gotta whole lotta time but I won't stop it
I got a fine set of eyes but I won'fft watch it
I'm coming down with a cold but ain't I coughin'
Now, who do you think you are?
Do you think you're a superstar?
Don't need a Kardashian, I need a Bear Grylls
I'm talking Flinstones, need a pair of wheels
I see mirages
And I need clean water
Am I hearing voices?
Got my eyelid sunburnt
Yadda yadda yadda that's all I hear
Is it in my head, or is it out my ears?
Sun up, Sun down
I can't stop staring
Chin up, chin down
Can't bare it
I ain't lonely
Got my homies
They just don't know me
Gotta watch my step see?
Wake up, and I don't know where I am
Washed out
Gotta look for dry land
Strapped in and there's blood on my hands
It wasn't me, was it me? what's it mean?
Got my homies
They just don't know me
Gotta watch my step see?
Wake up, and I don't know where I am
Washed out
Gotta look for dry land
Strapped in and there's blood on my hands
It wasn't me, was it me? what's it mean?
Sweet talkin', bad mouthin', don't you cross the line
Please keep it steady
I ain't tryna start another fight
You know it's problematic, we don't want demise
Keep it brewing, keep it cooking and the dough will always rise like
Oh sister oh sister from another mister,
Why you misbehaving when we want the same picture?
I ain't talkin' 'bout some polos or photos,
We gotta shake and develop the clip, probono
Okay it's rocky
I get it, but ain't that just the way it is?
I'm tryna spill the tea but all you're tastin's just a sip
My blood's boiling, head's steaming, screaming like a kettle
But thats alright, my skin's thick
It's prolly made of metal
Not mad, just a little disappointed
Don't you get it? can't you see that this is what the point it is
Now i get it, that it's hard and tough,
But I know that you'll get it if you haven't tried enough
I ain't lonely
Got my homies
They just don't know me
Gotta watch my step see?
Wake up, and I don't know where I am
Washed out
Gotta look for dry land
Strapped in and there's blood on my hands
It wasn't me, was it me? what's it mean?
Black bean brownie in my back pocket
I gotta whole lotta time but I won't stop it
I got a fine set of eyes but I won'fft watch it
I'm coming down with a cold but ain't I coughin'
Now, who do you think you are?
Do you think you're a superstar?
Don't need a Kardashian, I need a Bear Grylls
I'm talking Flinstones, need a pair of wheels
I see mirages
And I need clean water
Am I hearing voices?
Got my eyelid sunburnt
Yadda yadda yadda that's all I hear
Is it in my head, or is it out my ears?
Sun up, Sun down
I can't stop staring
Chin up, chin down
Can't bare it
I ain't lonely
Got my homies
They just don't know me
Gotta watch my step see?
Wake up, and I don't know where I am
Washed out
Gotta look for dry land
Strapped in and there's blood on my hands
It wasn't me, was it me? what's it mean?
Credits
Writer(s): Jasmine Kelly, Andre Leung, Yi Hong Choy, Sanjay Newar
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