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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Phone on airplane mode
I’m still out here, though
(check it)
[Verse 1]
Late rent, new ink, ripped jeans, same hoodie
Mom’s text, three missed, “Boy, you still chasing movies?”
Group chat blowin’ up
They at the party, I’m at war with my gut
Snack bags, cold pizza by the laptop glow
Scrolling through my failures like a doomed TV show
Heart says “run”
Fear says “no”
I hit record anyway, let the doubt implode
[Chorus]
I put my phone on airplane mode
Cut the noise, let the chaos go
All these ghosts in my head say “stop”
I just scream back, “Watch me, watch”
I turn my worst nights into gold
Every bruise, every broke-down road
Yeah, they talk big, I go rogue
Phone on airplane
Phone on airplane mode (woah)
[Verse 2]
Friends post fake paradise, blue pool, same drama
Caption: “Living dreams”
Comments hide the trauma
I’m in my bedroom ring, swingin’ at the dark
Shadowboxing nightmares till they spark
I used to beg ‘em all “please come see me”
Now I’m busy tryna outdo last week’s me
Got my own back
Like a worn-out patch on a torn backpack
Still tight, still me
[Chorus]
I put my phone on airplane mode
Cut the noise, let the chaos go
All these ghosts in my head say “stop”
I just scream back, “Watch me, watch”
I turn my worst nights into gold
Every bruise, every broke-down road
Yeah, they talk big, I go rogue
Phone on airplane
Phone on airplane mode (hey!)
[Bridge]
Middle finger to the timeline
I’m done livin’ in the sidelines
If I crash, at least it’s my ride
If I fall, at least it’s my climb (my climb)
I don’t need your highlight reel
I just need what’s raw, what’s real
If I’m too much
Change the channel, I won’t kneel (nah)
[Chorus]
I put my phone on airplane mode
Cut the noise, let the chaos go
All these ghosts in my head say “stop”
I just scream back, “Watch me, watch”
I turn my worst nights into gold
Every bruise, every broke-down road
Yeah, they talk big, I go rogue
Phone on airplane
Phone on airplane mode
Details
GeneratedJan 24, 2026
Duration2:19
LanguageFI
Style
rap, High-energy mashup: crunching pop-punk power chords over bright future-bass synth stabs and swelling sidechain pads, trap hats skittering around a slam-snare backbeat. Male vocals that flip between melodic hooks and tight double-time rap; verses stay raw and close, choruses explode with gang shouts and stacked harmonies, low-end 808-style sub anchoring every drop., pop punk
Credits
Prompt by
DreamyCow
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Prompt
Pop punk, future bass, Trap rap
