Aeroplane Mode

Can't see IG
Sam Youkillis, I'll be
Regular cam, 9:16
Plane window out, nada

Cloudy, all grey
Remind me of felines
My feline, especially
His name, Papynne

Favorite bed,
Under counters
Seldom speak
Unless a treat

My favorite meat
A tender duck
Her favorite meat
Mine when I

Cooked her ribs
Bought her things
I might go broke
I'm already broke

All my dough
To my meals
To my cigs
To my meals

Fly me overseas
This flight is long
So much to think about
So much to think about

Fly me overseas
This flight is long
Airplane mode is on
So much to think about

So much to think about
So much to feel aboard
So much to miss, I know
Scroll through the camera roll

There's Alam and his clothes
He wish me to be on top
There's Ajiv and a smoke
Please get more picture shows

There's this album cover
Can't wait for you to see it
Wait if you can hear this
You're probably seeing it

I'm probably hungry
Fill my tummy
"Chicken or fish?"
I'll have the former

Finish dish
In need of breather
ETA arival
Is it really four more?

Fly me overseas
This flight is long
So much to think about
So much to think about

Fly me overseas
This flight is long
Airplane mode is on
So much to think about

Here's a list of
All I like in this world
Little Simz, Bb trickz,
Stella Donnelly

Any film, like force majeure
Put me on anxiety
For the 150th time
I'l rewatch Yi Yi

For the 160th time
I visit Cities Aviv's
Black album with the star on it
Bladee's album with the rock on it

Late talks with Z, cold
Mangoes and weather
Cigarettes, at least now
Miss sipping ash in Europe

Fly me overseas
This flight is long
So much to think about
So much to think about

Fly me overseas
This flight is long
Airplane mode is on
So much to think about

I hate it when I think about
People that story blood
Rich people that lose their touch
Price of milk? lose their count

Fake riches, pretend bitches
Cash is mourned, friends applaud
Stay in it, can't miss out
Pay it, til' pockets sore

People unkind to service
Workers or cats and dogs
Get angry but I'm small and
My arms too weak to box

I'll stay away from people
That honk before it's green
That call my music shit
I'll call my music shit by myself

Fly me overseas
Will I ever have my time to gleam
Write a song, tired of promoting
How do people get a gig, a manager, a big hit?
What instrument? Can't play shit
An instrument? Don't have it
Just got this FL on trial,
Gone when it force quits

People that have more than me,
With families not conservative,
You either sound like Nadin
Or hiphop 2014

I can do it if I want
But it's kinda what people want
I know what I like but
I'll show you just this once