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Lyrics
[Intro]
Window seat wisdom
Clouds like crumpled receipts
I’ve been paying for freedom
On these one-way weeks
[Verse 1]
Back and forth from Cali to the Go
Duffle bag sermons by the row
Every zipper like a Bible I don’t quote
Every strap a secret I don’t show
Vacuum sealed hope from UPS scans
Label say “fragile,” really that’s my plans
Feds on the trail tryna read my hands
I just talk in silence, let the plastic stand
I treat the freeways like philosophy class
Exit after exit, every choice got a past
GPS lying like it know my path
But it never show the price on the gas (nah)
[Chorus]
I’m a frequent flyer with a guilty mind
Suitcase full of questions I can’t check online
Money talk loud but it can’t define
If I’m living or I’m losing time
Duffle full of loot, soul on a ledge
Walking every runway like the edge of a pledge
If the law don’t catch me, will the karma instead?
I’ve been chasing all this green like I’m running from red
[Verse 2]
Cali sun sharp like a judge on the bench
Chicago wind cut through the stitch of my sense
I measure every mile in the weight of these bricks
Philosopher in Jordans, doing moral gymnastics
Box after box, it’s a chain of events
Every pack a pebble in a pond of intent
UPS be the river, I just surf on the ripples
But the current feel colder when the conscience cripples
Is it crime if the block call it rent?
Is it sin if the church pay in cents?
If the system wrote the script to my test
Am I wrong for revising the text?
[Bridge]
They say the sky’s the limit
I say the sky’s the mirror
Up here the clouds look soft
Down there the time feel nearer
If I land in cuffs
Did I ever really fly?
If I land in bucks
Do I ever really try?
[Chorus]
I’m a frequent flyer with a guilty mind
Suitcase full of questions I can’t check online
Money talk loud but it can’t define
If I’m living or I’m losing time
Duffle full of loot, soul on a ledge
Walking every runway like the edge of a pledge
If the law don’t catch me, will the karma instead?
I’ve been chasing all this green like I’m running from red
Details
GeneratedJan 18, 2026
Duration2:27
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark trap-rap bounce with swung hi-hats, detuned bells, and a subterranean bass drone. Male vocals, close and confessional on the verses, then widen with stacked doubles and octave ad-libs on the hook. Minimal pads in the background, sharp clap and kick pattern that leaves air for intricate rhyme schemes. Bridge strips to just bass and snaps before the last hook crashes back in with extra harmonies and riser FX., beats, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
BiScotti
BiScottiModelAria v5
Prompt
inspired with unique metaphors and philosophical lyrics. back and forth from Cali to Chicago with duffle bags of loot. Vacuum sealed packs from UPS. Feds on the trail, rap, hip hop, trap, beats, male
