AIRPLANE MODE

Soul left the chat, I ain’t logging back in
Somewhere in the void with vodka mixed with gin
Eyes low, mind gone, feel it sinking in
I don’t need to sit, let [?] hold me in

It’s the way you act, I just him ‘em with a shrug
Out here flaunting my body, I ain’t tryna fall in love
[?], I know I’ve been
All these faces looking blurry, guess I kissed ‘em all again
[?]
[?], baby pick your favorite one
[?] in my left, [?] in my right
I’ve been dead in the day but alive in the night
[?] skip, mind trip
Face in the mirror like, “Who’s this?”
Soul left, no grip
I’m a hollow body, flexing with a lose switch
I be on ghost mode, praying in the Ozone
Looking like I’m here but I’m already long gone
Look to me in slow-mo, I ghost in the convo
[?] but my minds on airplane mode

Minds on airplane mode
([?] skip, mind trip
Face in the mirror like, “Who’s this?”
Soul left, no grip
I’m a hollow body, flexing with a lose switch)
I be on ghost mode, praying in the Ozone
Looking like I’m here but I’m already long gone
Look to me in slow-mo, I ghost in the convo
[?] but my minds on airplane mode

And my minds on airplane mode