Kid Loquacious - Airplane Mode (feat. King Day Day)

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

Written by:
Joshua Truesdale, Shane Davis

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