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Airplane Mode Video (MV)




Performed By: Nick Travis
Length: 2:40
Written by: Nick Travis
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Nick Travis - Airplane Mode Lyrics




Finessing on the low, I'll do what it takes, and the sense it makes
Y'all won't ever know, until the cents I make, Frosted Flakes I'm great
I just woke up, had potatoes and steak, with a side of cheesecake
That's for sho, I can't make mistakes, I can't wait til I break

And I never take breaks,
100 miles can't use no brakes, Superman don't wear no capes
Niggas here wanna Copy Paste, life's about who's real or fake
Tthinking out the circle, never out of shape, stepping outta line when no ones safe
Once bitten and twice shy, any given day it's eye for eye

Tooth for tooth when I get at you, cynical on my pinnacle
Paid forever always stayed together, fake love when I'm in the room
Real love when I'm gone away, when I'm in the booth I dominate
Beyonce made Lemonade, every girl is in your space

I'm f*cking with shawty that's bumping to Sade, I come to the party I'm Life to the party
Ain't rocking Giuseppe, today I met Becky, and she give me Becky, but only she let me
Rozay and Bacardi, I'm always a winner like Vincent Lombardi and John Calipari
Just for the record, I'm still breaking records on all of my records, I never come second

Sit in the back of the back of the back, always give back and I never do front
I'm giving magic like Magic with Shaq
I sleep at the top, while you under the bunk
Trunk full of funk and I'm never a punk
I'm spitting that real when y'all think I'm drunk
Throwing the ball and it's out of the park
Some of these niggas will swing for a bunt

4th and 30 wtf is a punt
Run you niggas like Devin Hester
I texted y'all, "Im on another level" guess yall didn't get the message
F*ck your morals and all your ethics, sorry Lord not apologetic
Honestly I'm real offended, if you hear me and you feel offended

Y'all can't f*ck with the unf*ckable
Im like the Huxtables, no no no no I can't f*ck with you
I just ran out Off my luck with you, if i keep f*cking this good then I'm stuck with you
I don't wanna see what's up with you, This kinda vibe Got me feeling uncomfortable
Y'all know my shit when I'm coming through,
This kinda shit make them all fall in love with you

HOLD UP, I thought you dating what's his name, you playing games, but f*ck it, you like I love it
That pussy so good, I went over my budget, I'm switching the subject
All of my sins are cleansed, play hard to get like the Gonzalez Twins
Or something, something is better than nothing, was losing to win, now I win to win, I'm coming
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Finessing on the low, I'll do what it takes, and the sense it makes
Y'all won't ever know, until the cents I make, Frosted Flakes I'm great
I just woke up, had potatoes and steak, with a side of cheesecake
That's for sho, I can't make mistakes, I can't wait til I break

And I never take breaks,
100 miles can't use no brakes, Superman don't wear no capes
Niggas here wanna Copy Paste, life's about who's real or fake
Tthinking out the circle, never out of shape, stepping outta line when no ones safe
Once bitten and twice shy, any given day it's eye for eye

Tooth for tooth when I get at you, cynical on my pinnacle
Paid forever always stayed together, fake love when I'm in the room
Real love when I'm gone away, when I'm in the booth I dominate
Beyonce made Lemonade, every girl is in your space

I'm f*cking with shawty that's bumping to Sade, I come to the party I'm Life to the party
Ain't rocking Giuseppe, today I met Becky, and she give me Becky, but only she let me
Rozay and Bacardi, I'm always a winner like Vincent Lombardi and John Calipari
Just for the record, I'm still breaking records on all of my records, I never come second

Sit in the back of the back of the back, always give back and I never do front
I'm giving magic like Magic with Shaq
I sleep at the top, while you under the bunk
Trunk full of funk and I'm never a punk
I'm spitting that real when y'all think I'm drunk
Throwing the ball and it's out of the park
Some of these niggas will swing for a bunt

4th and 30 wtf is a punt
Run you niggas like Devin Hester
I texted y'all, "Im on another level" guess yall didn't get the message
F*ck your morals and all your ethics, sorry Lord not apologetic
Honestly I'm real offended, if you hear me and you feel offended

Y'all can't f*ck with the unf*ckable
Im like the Huxtables, no no no no I can't f*ck with you
I just ran out Off my luck with you, if i keep f*cking this good then I'm stuck with you
I don't wanna see what's up with you, This kinda vibe Got me feeling uncomfortable
Y'all know my shit when I'm coming through,
This kinda shit make them all fall in love with you

HOLD UP, I thought you dating what's his name, you playing games, but f*ck it, you like I love it
That pussy so good, I went over my budget, I'm switching the subject
All of my sins are cleansed, play hard to get like the Gonzalez Twins
Or something, something is better than nothing, was losing to win, now I win to win, I'm coming
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Writer: Nick Travis
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