Airplane Mode

Ooo
I wish everyone would shut the fuck up
Yea
Theyll come around when you good
Hitting me up for a feature
Swear that yo ass from my hood
Than why the hell I never seen ya
Now they calling me a friend
Seen em one time whats yo reason
But I aint gon speak on that shit
Settled out my differences
Oh
Had to slow that shit
Settle down right
They gon talk
How it sound
Aight
Copped a bottle aint gon drink it though
Nah honestly I prefer it this way
Stayin in my lane
Oh
Fuck all of yall
Theres a reason I wont leave my home
Put my shit on Airplane Mode
I dont fuck wit none of yall bitches
Teaching me
How bad I cant trust a soul
Parties aint for me no more
Used to see the good
And now I rewind
Had to run it back
See what it look like
They come around when they want
Tryna ask me for a favor
I try to be nonchalant
Not knowing how their in danger
Every damn time I help out
They ask for something more major
And I aint putting up wit it
Swear they think that im stupid as fuck
And im not alcoholic but
I know
What I see
And this drink has gotta be
The only cure
To tell you how I feel
Honestly
The confidence to heal
My empty heart
Tryna find a brand new start
Maybe get some new friends
Move out of state again
Im sick and tired of
Being sick and tired
Of being
Tired and sick of yo ass
Theres a reason I wont leave my home
Put my shit on Airplane Mode
I dont fuck wit none of yall bitches
Teaching me
How bad I cant trust a soul
Parties aint for me no more
Used to see the good
And now I rewind
Had to run it back
See what it look like