Lyrics
[Verse – Laid-back confidence, vivid detail, hungry tone]
JetBlue boardin’, zone three callin’
Backpack loud, TSA stallin’
Middle seat tight but the drip still clean
Sweats off-white, Air Max mean
Tray table down, spirit still up
Snacks in my lap, turbulence rough
Wi-Fi click, no text from her
But I still touch down like I own that earth
Crooked-ass seat, still sit like a king
Headphones in, hear my trauma sing
Lookin’ out the window thinkin’ ‘bout fam
Pop’s old voice, Mom’s old hands
Graysen smilin’, lil cousin wildin’
Ain’t seen him in months, but I’m here, I’m flyin’
No first class, but the love first-tier
JetBlue ride, but the mission real clear
Plane full of strangers, I’m locked in me
Didn’t buy legroom, bought legacy
Didn’t book upgrades, just booked my shot
Flyin’ economy, but I feel top spot
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[Outro – Cold close, realer than luggage weight]
No champagne poured, no pilot greetin’
But I land like a storm and my heart still beatin’
Ticket said cheap, but the purpose gigantic
Always Systematic.
Style
raptrapstrong male vocalupbeathappy
Credits
Prompt by
Nikoudium
NikoudiumGeneratedJul 9, 2025
ModelAria v4