Airplane Mode

My mind is a war zone, my playground, my cage

Stuck in a vortex, delusions displayed

Twisted intentions, the motives be switching

So fast, got me spinning, my ****, that's cray

6 a.m., ruminating, and you know them calls blocked

Yeah I ain't talking to nobody today

I'm not answering these calls to nobody today

I just need a minute

Bitch, I need a minute, it's not personal

I just need to breathe, need to be alone

Voices in my head, in the driver's seat

I'ma pull the blinds and admit defeat

I'ma put my shit up on every mode

Trick, I'm out on ice, yeah, I'm in a fold

Roll up to chase the pain away Step back

I've got to give some grace

To me, to me, to me, to me

No FaceTime, no group chats, I silence them

calls Can't hear your problems, I can't get involved

Can't hear your problems, I can't get involved