Airplane Mode - Brandyn Burnette

Thinking that I might go off the road

Hit the breaks let it hydro plane

But it don’t really rain out here in LA

Where every day feels the same

There’s something in the air making me a little psycho

What the hell do I know?

Stay high as a kite

Moonwalking on a tight rope

I’m sorry I’m not answering my iPhone

Wish I could put my life on airplane mode

I should block you for a minute

Just to find out how it feels

I should ghost you for a little

Just so you know that it’s real

I should get a different number

And tell everyone but you

You were all I ver knew

I’m thinking that I might go off the grid

Go liv where nobody is

Way off the map far away from the apps

I’m tired of saying cheese when it’s just a mouse trap

Chasing all this clout like a couple house cats

My eyes are getting irritated from the contacts

I’ve been out of reach I might never come back

I might never come back

I might never go back