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Airplane Mode
Hip-Hop/Rap
Airplane Mode was released on November 14, 2025 by We2different as a part of the album Airplane Mode - Single
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Release DateNovember 14, 2025
LabelWe2different
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM139

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
STICKY
STICKY
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake Nalls
Blake Nalls
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
prodbyjosiah1
prodbyjosiah1
Producer

Lyrics

I need to not pick up my phone
I'll go straight to airplane mode
Find something to do alone
I can be a little bit cold
Another lie is going by
I'm on the line cuz' my body in mind
It's playing tricks I say I'm fine
But really it's hurtin' me deep inside cuz'
Hoe, don't call my phone
I'll put that shit on airplane mode
I'm packin' my bags
I'm hittin' the road
You more ran through than a grocery sto'
But you so fine you hot like a stove
A thousand hundred miles
Yeah I would've drove
We gotta' keep that shh on the boat
We gotta' keep that shit don't bloat
Now why are you laughing
When you are the joke
Shit gettin' cold I need me a coat
I'm hidin' some M's in my BDG Tote
We foldin' it up like an envolope
We eatin' this shit like a cantaloupe
We put it in our nose like that shit some dope
We countin' up bread we countin' up dough
You wearin' that shit but that shit for show
You see that green light that mean go
(I need to not pick up my phone)
Put that shit on airplane mode
(I'll go straight to airplane mode)
Yeah, ah, Yeah
(Find something to do alone)
On airplane mode
(I can be a little bit cold)
Uh yeah, ah
(Another lie is going by)
Yeah, on airplane mode
(I'm on the line cuz' my body in mind)
(It's playing tricks I say I'm fine)
(But really it's hurtin' me deep inside cuz')
P-P-Pop out the plane we in LAX
P-P-Pop out the chain we ain't doin' no flex
Got rocks on the chain we ain't do another set
I'm tuckin' my Tec' into the Nike Tech
She ridin' this dick like a tech deck
R-R-Ridin' like Miley you boutta' get recked
D-D-Dyin' on X I ain't gonna' forget
B-B-Bye bye ex we ain't havin' no sex
I step in her head, that shit real complex
I ride in the GLE rawr like a Rex
All of my money obese
All of your money anorex'
Goyard, Prada that shit on my chest
Pull up to the crib you ain't gettin' undressed
The curves on her body it look like a cress'
She leavin' the crib and her hair is a mess
I'm buyin' her prada
You buyin' her guess
(To get by you)
Hoe
(Ooooh)
Don't call my phone
I'll put that shit on airplane mode
I'm packin' my bags
I'm hittin' the road
You more ran through than a grocery sto'
But you so fine you hot like a stove
A thousand hundred miles
Yeah I would've drove
We gotta' keep that shh on the boat
We gotta' keep that shit don't bloat
(I've been treatin' you so so wrong)
(Cuz' here's I got to show are songs)
(And I want to be super super true to you)
(But god, I don't know what to do)
(Cuz' last year I was just 22)
Written by: Blake Nalls
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