Songtexte

This is your captain speaking Ready for takeoff On the way, on arrival Any day, it's unrivaled And I saw bluebirds out the window, you were sleepin' in Usin' my chest as a pillow once again On a jet plane, but then I fell On the way back to tell myself Way too hot here below the bell Tried to keep cool, you made me melt (made me melt) Picture perfect, are you for real? (Are you for real?) Sky was painted with pink pastels (pastels) Tried to hold it when you inhaled (inhaled) You look good, babe, IRL (IRL) Old school ties, we was up to somethin' Driveway quarter mile long Twenty-seven acres for the lawn All paid for by a song, come on On a jet plane, but then I fell On the way back to tell myself Way too hot here below the bell Tried to keep cool, you made me melt (made me melt) Picture perfect, are you for real? (Are you for real?) Sky was painted with pink pastels (pastels) Tried to mold it when you inhaled (inhaled) You look good, babe, IRL (IRL) You remind me of the summer that I hit the scene You remind me of the time I wanted everything You remind me of the places that I never seen You remind me of the good stuff, yeah I got a paper trail of some love letters Sent a peep through the mail, I sent a ton to ya Keep my eye off the world, that girl a sun-setter She can't think of the words, I hope they come to her Pick you up, show you off, might just write a song for you Pick you up, show you off, show you that it's all for you Pick you up, show you off, might just write a song for you Might just write a song for you On a jet plane, but then I fell On the way back to tell myself Way too hot here below the bell Tried to keep cool, you made me melt Picture perfect, are you for real? Sky was painted with pink pastels Tried to hold it when you inhaled You look good, babe, IRL On a jet plane, but then I fell On the way back to tell myself Way too hot here below the bell Tried to keep cool, you made me melt (made me melt) Picture perfect, are you for real? (Are you for real?) Sky was painted with pink pastels (pastels) Tried to hold it when you inhaled (inhaled) You look good, babe, IRL (IRL)
Writer(s): Nicolas Donovan, Allen Matthew Thomas, Cada Aidan Joshua Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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