Airplane Mode ft. King Day Day Lyrics

Long nights to the morning

Stay in the stew working new new

J True who this

High and elusive, don't worry about what we doing

Stay out my vibe if you know what's good

Living my best life, i know you wish you could

Stay up in the stew, because it's my soul food

I get locked in and tune out yeah

Don't call my phone

It's airplane mode, i'm in my zone

My booth my home, no way to cope

It's where i go, i get so high

I'm sipping slow , don't call my phone

I'm in my zone listen to the dial tone

I'm in go mode, don't hit my line

I ain't got the time

To get it then rewind

It's straight to voicemail when I rhyme

My mic my visage, feel free to leave a message

When the stew is goals

I'm spitting no texts no calls it's

Airplane Mode

Oh here we go, long night to tomorrow

About it that's for sure

About to blow not even close

But it's airplane mode frequently when you

Gotta be a prodigy wont even sleep

Too busy chasing dreams

You chase a fix i'm caught up in the mix

Stuck in my head that's introverted

Airplane burning J True spitting sermons

Level up never but i'll never stop learning for certain

I'm working and i can't stop that either

Because my lyrics ether

Found my sound that's lethal, bust it no discussion or time for interruption

Don't call my phone

It's airplane mode, im in my zone

My booth my home, no way to cope

It's where i go, i get so high

I'm sipping slow don't call my phone

I'm in my zone (uh)

This airplane mode

Don't hit my line

I ain't got the time

To get it then rewind

It's straight to voicemail when i rhyme

My mic my visage, feel free to leave a message

When in the stew is goals

No texts no calls i'm in my zone it's

Airplane Mode

Had to cut my phone off, this bitch is blowing up my shit

Can't you see i cut you off, girl hop up off my dick

It's a vibe when i'm in the room

Took the bottle to the head

Stewardess complaining

I don't talk to feds, i'm camera shy

I close my eyes, but i can't read the room

Lift your hand if you got some money

Yeah, nigga we'll see you soon

But I plead the fifth though

Named my bitch deep throat

Slob on my knob, yeah i'm looking for a freak hoe

Snapback with the dew rag

Walk around with your toe tag

Legend in the making y'all, can't leave my house with the safety on

Polo red that's when i get ahead

Leave the scene with a new scheme

J True please tell these niggas they ain't fucking with the team

Speed it up i need a Bentley truck

Bad bitch, let her hold my nuts

Heart cold so don't give no fucks

He ain't dead, so we posting up

Lights flash we press the gas

Eyes closed we feel the road

All i'm hearing is bless you nigga like i had a cold

Got that flu, you ain't gonna stop the sickness i been brewing

Up in the kitchen whip it no pyrex needed

Just that new edition, flipping medicine like prescription

But i ain't got addiction flip it back and

Then i twist one up, ain't gonna stop

It's airplane mode even when it goes down

The latitude up, i just don't give no fucks

My attitude is just moving for the dough

'Doja' Smoking animal

Catch me smoking on the low

Know that indigo is so potent you smell it through the walls

Don't call my phone

It's airplane mode, i'm in my zone

My booth my home, no way to cope

It's where i go, i get so high

I'm sipping slow don't call my phone

I'm in my zone, listen to the dial tone

Don't hit my line

I ain't got the time

Get it then rewind

Straight to voicemail when i rhyme

My mic my visage, feel free to leave a message

When in the stew is goals

No texts no calls i'm in my zone it's

Airplane Mode

Don't dial my line

King Day Day coming for the throne

J True

Put your shit on airplane mode when you get in my studio bitch