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Airway Video (MV)




Performed By: Blaze
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Aaron Witherspoon, Christian Smith




Blaze - Airway Lyrics




Tell me something
Roll me something
Hold something
Everything summer
Can I have your number
Would a couple suppers lead to slumber party
You like truffle butter I like calamari
Can I have your number
What is your sign
F*ck it
I don't even remember what's mine (I love it)
I can tell you made up your mind
You want me to take up your time
Night night night
Ride like a late night drive
Take time just in case it's finally worth the wait
Click here to save my time
And make sure I don't feel some type of way
Not into wasting time
Just make sure I don't see you hesitate

First of all
Curtain call
Parachute parasail parasol
Carry on
Might have some haze in my carry on
Fire truck
Ambulance
EMT
Cameraman
Fire truck
Ambulance

Lights camera action
Busta rhymes Janet Jackson
I was wildin' I was mackin'
I just step into Manhattan like an alien I landed
Different strokes different canvases
Imagine it's fantastic
It's like magic
It's like acid
It's Alladin sellin' carpet
Add attachments to my arguments
Copy paste enlarge the shit
Save as and call the shit (I'm blaze I'm a narcissist)
Invasion of ornaments
I'm hangin' with all the bitches

I'm just tryna get used to the new me
She tryna get a better look as if she knew me
If I slow the tempo down is it a movie girl
The whole room spinning am I even moving girl
Pass that
You been cheifin' ooh
You just think you that bad girl
Ooh this weekend bout to be a story
Am I capping if I tell you that I'm really horny
Damn this weekend bout to be a story

Fire alarm
Sirens is going off Somebody goin' off
Five in the morning
Party don't stop
Barcardi and thots
Oh my gosh
Stance like sock
Stand with the posse
Cash the deposit
Fans get retarded
My shit on target
Any department
I need promotions that come with apartments
Signed to myself so I know it's a deal
Finishing up everything that I started
Fill up my plate so I know it's a meal
Lunch time
Crunch time
One time
Do this shit for the one time
I ain't look at your cuz I want mines

I'm just tryna get used to the new me
She tryna get a better look as if she knew me
If I slow the tempo down is it a movie girl
The whole room spinning am I even moving girl
Pass that
You been cheifin' ooh
You just think you that bad girl
Ooh this weekend bout to be a story
Am I capping if I tell you that I'm really horny
Damn this weekend bout to be a story

I'm just tryna get used to the new me
She tryna get a better look as if she knew me
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English

Tell me something
Roll me something
Hold something
Everything summer
Can I have your number
Would a couple suppers lead to slumber party
You like truffle butter I like calamari
Can I have your number
What is your sign
F*ck it
I don't even remember what's mine (I love it)
I can tell you made up your mind
You want me to take up your time
Night night night
Ride like a late night drive
Take time just in case it's finally worth the wait
Click here to save my time
And make sure I don't feel some type of way
Not into wasting time
Just make sure I don't see you hesitate

First of all
Curtain call
Parachute parasail parasol
Carry on
Might have some haze in my carry on
Fire truck
Ambulance
EMT
Cameraman
Fire truck
Ambulance

Lights camera action
Busta rhymes Janet Jackson
I was wildin' I was mackin'
I just step into Manhattan like an alien I landed
Different strokes different canvases
Imagine it's fantastic
It's like magic
It's like acid
It's Alladin sellin' carpet
Add attachments to my arguments
Copy paste enlarge the shit
Save as and call the shit (I'm blaze I'm a narcissist)
Invasion of ornaments
I'm hangin' with all the bitches

I'm just tryna get used to the new me
She tryna get a better look as if she knew me
If I slow the tempo down is it a movie girl
The whole room spinning am I even moving girl
Pass that
You been cheifin' ooh
You just think you that bad girl
Ooh this weekend bout to be a story
Am I capping if I tell you that I'm really horny
Damn this weekend bout to be a story

Fire alarm
Sirens is going off Somebody goin' off
Five in the morning
Party don't stop
Barcardi and thots
Oh my gosh
Stance like sock
Stand with the posse
Cash the deposit
Fans get retarded
My shit on target
Any department
I need promotions that come with apartments
Signed to myself so I know it's a deal
Finishing up everything that I started
Fill up my plate so I know it's a meal
Lunch time
Crunch time
One time
Do this shit for the one time
I ain't look at your cuz I want mines

I'm just tryna get used to the new me
She tryna get a better look as if she knew me
If I slow the tempo down is it a movie girl
The whole room spinning am I even moving girl
Pass that
You been cheifin' ooh
You just think you that bad girl
Ooh this weekend bout to be a story
Am I capping if I tell you that I'm really horny
Damn this weekend bout to be a story

I'm just tryna get used to the new me
She tryna get a better look as if she knew me
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Writer: Aaron Witherspoon, Christian Smith
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