Correction Lyrics Airplane Mode by Marlon Craft

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I'm in airplane mode, don't talk to me
I'm in airplane mode, don't talk to me
I'm in airplane mode, there they go
I'm way above the bullsh*t, wavin at you haters
I'm in airplane mode, don't talk to me
I'm in airplane mode, don't talk to me
I'm in airplane mode, there they go
I'm way above the bullsh*t, way above the bullsh*t

'Bout as underrated as an Aaron Gordon dunk
Y'all some rockstar dads it's apparent you a punk
I been tryna bring the truth, you could dare me if you want
Very rarely do my [?] pass barely for you wary muhf*ckas, I'm a grump
Craft on his high horse again
Knicks chanclas and some socks on the porch again
Readin bout whatever false persona they be morphin into this week
b*tch, please (Shut the f*ck up, man)
This a light flex, I'm just gettin my endorphins in
They like, "Please bring the chorus and forage and foreign win in a foreign whip"
But they so familiar
How am I the one observin that they so vanilla?
Tryna unwind
I've been very stressed
We on the decline
We ain't our very best
I'm havin tough times
Don't understand my chest
Beneath the vest is leaks at best
I wrote this sh*t the day Smoke got popped
Feel like I'm losin the little hope I got
Feel like everybody with the jokes, I'm not
So I'm just tryna focus on the folks I got

I'm in airplane mode, don't talk to me
I'm in airplane mode, don't talk to me
I'm in airplane mode, there they go
I'm way above the bullsh*t, wavin at you haters
I'm in airplane mode, don't talk to me
I'm in airplane mode, don't talk to me
I'm in airplane mode, there they go
I'm way above the bullsh*t, way above the bullsh*t

Leave me alone, please
I ain't felt right since we lost Kobe
I ain't been the same since Mac OD'd
sh*t is [oldie?]
I'm feelin lonely
Ain't had a hero in years, got zero appears
Had to delete the apps, tired of needing your cheers
Tired of all the media just feeding your fears
But f*ck that, pass the sauce
Gotta hold on
Put a little bit of rhythm in it
So strong
That's why they get a little bitter with it
Cold on
All of the shoulders that they limit him with
No prob
My heart bundled up for winter
But watch when I get hot how the climate change
f*ck yo finer things
I'm like if Cornell West, Griselda, Chappell and Adele all got together and designed a brain
Ain't no time for games, man

I'm in airplane mode, don't talk to me
I'm in airplane mode, don't talk to me
I'm in airplane mode, there they go
I'm way above the bullsh*t, wavin at you haters
I'm in airplane mode, don't talk to me
I'm in airplane mode, don't talk to me
I'm in airplane mode, there they go
I'm way above the bullsh*t, way above the bullsh*t

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