[ Featuring Joe Ayinde ]
A brief foreword from the quiet pilot
Diving through these clouds is necessary for higher guidance
Personal planes baby we flying private
Good vibes and hand rolled cones when we climb our highest
It was paper planes before I could even rap good
Now it's 3.5 wrapped good up in a backwood
Might need a getaway I'm tryna catch a flight this week
For surviving a pandemic and plus the flights is cheap
30,000 feet its kinda rare we flex
But shit, we just left the flight and now we like where to next
The vibe is morning sun and bright colors
Two niggas in Ohio building a plane like the Wright Brothers
Might take a flight and never come back while y'all still at home
Pitch the ticket and find the pieces so we can build our own
Never reveal the blueprints but if it's shown
It's Inspired by swishers and moon rocks
Call it Sticks and stones
I take a trip so I ain't never tripping
Might slip but don't think I'm ever slippin'
Bird in the sky but better than a falcons view
Worries become weightless when you flying at this altitude
My nigga
Imma take plane in my dream know
Will I make it to the gate it'll be close
First class with my people
Laid back in my seat like
Where to now
Where do we go from here my God
Where to Now
Where do we go from here my God
