JET LAG Lyrics

One one sec

Two seconds

Literally two seconds

Okay

Yeah

Like why ive been feeling the jet lag

But I ain't even on planes

Got gas propane

It could blow mans brain

Told my bro save grace

Couple tracks mans safe

Couple man switched lanes

But we dont say names

Buds turquoise

I dont even like colours

Won't stop rap

Till my bros in buzzards

Cheat code tracks

Till the whole beat smothered

And keep throw slaps

Till the whole scene shudder

Syllable sling

Young king

Smooth butter

So how could I miss with a track

You fucker

FLow so rude but she like that

Uh uh

My groove so wavy

There won't be another

No signs where I'm going from here

Hold it down and you got it

That's clear

Fake bitch hit a switch

And I steer

Do it better in solo

I'm dolo this year

Trust me I got nothing to fear

All gas and we pumping the rear

Big tunes put the bass to your ear

Do it better in solo

Im dolo this year

Fortune

The racks we ain't have

I had to move mad

To get me a portion

The bitch set up traps

The pretty a act

You better have caution

You moving all loose

You off of the juice

You done with the talking

Can't buss in her belly

That's tekky

My brodie that's cause for a

Woah

I don't wanna talk of the politics

Back to the sports

Mans volleying

Kick ball in the grinder

Set a rewind on time

Then cool

No worrying

She more into talk and whine

Fuck up a man's mind

I lock the call

Hollering

I guess that we both

Not bothering

No stopping it

Uh nah

In the bright lights

It's all for show

Blow smoke

Kill a lung bro

Sip up and toast

We know

Where the dough go

Honour the toke

Spent weeks in a mindstate

I'm in my zone

Nobody taking me out of this glow

Wait nah

Nobody taking me

Out of this flow

All of them nights

With the pen & the pad

Had to hustle

They reading they're shit

From their phone

Like lemme cool off for a second

Like what do you reckon

I spit beams like pack punch weapons

And kill beats like plug pull sessions

I come thru & I dont need aggression

I spin mics

Kill pads like tekken

My ex bitch said I be obsessing

Tut that's funny cause she still check in

Cool off

Elegant talk

Voice box chilly

With a cherry on top

Technical sundae

Wait for the Monday

Flow from the freezer

To fuck up the suns rays

Yes I go dumb wait

Put it on mums mate

If I let lung break

Uppin dat gun rate

Means I spit corn

Straight pepper mans torn

Off your face

Fore the verse done

Velli that first one

First born of the sons

That learnt sum

First kid of the class

That weren't one

Issa lesson

Man sit wit a hurt dumb

Ask why me

And you might just learn scum

Buy her flowers

She might just turn bum

Arch back & reverse

Den twerk sum

Said I love her

I'm lying

I'm still numb

Done that wasn't trying

I'm still slumped

Dickhead

Jet lag

I ain't even on planes

I ain't even on planes

You know