JJ KiND - Dark Clouds Around (feat. Lilac Xo & Aphrodonis)

Face your fears
In the stratosphere
Flight 47 in a fuckin tin can
Pray to any god out there that it'll land
Malas in my hand grip tighter than I'd planned
And I'm crammed with a father and his son in from Japan
Thirty thousand feet, pretty steep
Till your sleep stopped cheap
Cause your ass drop 15 grand
Seen a million paper planes, in my day all do they thang
Never with a 113 foot wingspan
Dad, I felt like I was flying, he said
Rad, I felt like I was dying, instead
Certainly this storm will be the form of me, to form a plea
To treaty any deity to avoid me dead
Fears aren't pretend when they're written with a pen
Couch locked in the den with the TV on 10
With the TV on 10
Chka Chka Chka Chka
With the tv on 10
Imagination uprooted, recruited
Examination diluted
The stats and facts, state the factor's impact that should calm the mind
But fear mine's uncluded
Irrational cause it's fear rational
Wish you were here
You're my near action gal
Common gears steer
Commandeer traction now
See factual, free radicals prowl
Overseas trees, older knees, sober squeeze
Enraged wings in a cage, I'm emotional owl
Girl across the isle screaming, I'm leaning
Way from the window, it's beaming
With strikes of light
There's not a stewardess in sight
Nervous fright from this height
Yo I might be dreaming
Helpless over Dallas
But I'm selfish with my malice
Take the only chute's the truth
I relish life and not a palace
But I'm too frozen to move
Motion is too broken to prove
With ocean stew open improves
The odds of surfing into balance
In the unlikely event of an emergency landing
Your seat cushion may also be used as a flotation device
These headphones won't block the dephening tones
Shake the stones, break the bones
But aviation regulations
Radiate the situation
Deviation from the station
Meditation in rotation
I wanna go home
Now days, first class, thirst clasped
Plow praise, burst glass, worst ass
Mothafuckas gettin all kinds a bones thrown
Singin, why fly
King of WiFi
Can't get my momma on the phone
Hey sweet baby, gotcha on my mind
I love you JJ, bye
Momma I'm comin I promise
Cause karma's a pit bull
But I got the harness
My sharpness is harmless
Like scissors for all kindergarteners
Built up all my energy out of my darkness
For my future daughter
Her grandma, my goddess
All of my fam, all my team
Touchdown and we got this
Dark clouds around
Ain't no mental hypothetical gone ever take me down

Written by:
Jacob Courtford

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