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Paper Planes
192
Hip-Hop/Rap
Paper Planes was released on June 11, 2025 by UP6 Records as a part of the album Paper Planes - Single
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Release DateJune 11, 2025
LabelUP6 Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deep Green
Deep Green
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Homage Beats
Homage Beats
Composer
Cyal McKinley
Cyal McKinley
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Homage Beats
Homage Beats
Producer

Lyrics

I heard them man don't fuck with me no more
That's fine, they're a bunch of queers
Told Pacs, "Throw me a ten stack quick"
I need paper to dry these tears
I paid six month upfront while you man are in rent arrears
Tiptronic while the car just steers
You would think that the whip ain't got no gears
Hear the line just ringing
I built this, I ain't got no bring-in
Roll round with my darg like Tintin
Gassed at the MOBOs, I got my ting in
Don't think I'm a victim cah I got rushed, nah, that ain't no big ting
It was mad when I stepped round there
If the ting ain't jam then I swear I'd have pitched him
Look, had to leave there pissed
Went for a walk in the park like Giggs
Same time, yeah, my darg had the Beyblade
No play play cah he made that spin
But they won't tell you about that
Rather sit and just call man "Snitch"
Man said he got some box fresh tings in
Yeah, I'm cash ready so I ordered six
Like clutching the whistle, - looks government issue
Rise that, make duppy look simple
All of this money I been through
Them man look bummy and crinkled
Money don't fold up, money just jingles
I'm feeling like Gibbs how I'm counting these jibs
And I stack this money like Pringles
Every day's the same, wake up, bill a paper plane
But this paper plane can't take me Spain, it just makes me sane
If I catch a man face-to-face and I aim this gauge, brain's in space
Cut crack with a razor blade, still all gold like Ace of Spades
And I ain't tryna go out like Denzel but I been on my training day
Feds took P from my yard one time, try do me like Macy Gray
Now it's bricks and boxes but I started with an eighth of flake
I had to bring in Toxin, see my **** just weighs and weighs
I got cats that are young and dumb and I got cats that are old and grey
Lord knows I'ma run this up, I want Cubans with the pointers raised
Got your gyal all wet, all this water that she can't contain
Remember life was shit, now my life looks lit, now I can't complain
Double up cah we're bashing shh, got sweets like it's Halloween
Sixteen in the magazine, it's a tragedy if I back and squeeze
Smoke weed till I'm Japanese, no cocaine just ganja please
I need M's like Maccie D's so my trap regime is a mazzaleen
Let me focus please
Had to put money in my uncle's freezer next to the frozen peas
Gotta do a night shift, tryna see five quid, I could fall asleep
Nearly forty G's, been an awesome week, let me blow some steam
Might fly out to Rome or Greece 'cause every day's the same
Like Nines said, they just change the name
Still gotta do my day-to-day cah for my endgame, I can't fade away
Lord knows that I made mistakes
When I tasted fame, couldn't change my ways
I was obsessed how I played this game
Before I got dressed, I was tasting strains
Like every day's the same, wake up, bill a paper plane
But this paper plane can't take me Spain, it just makes me sane
If I catch a man face-to-face and I aim this gauge, brain's in space
Cut crack with a razor blade, still all gold like Ace of Spades
Written by: Cyal McKinley, Homage Beats
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