Dark Clouds Around (feat. Lilac Xo & Aphrodonis)

Face your fears In the stratosphere Flight 47 in a fuckin tin can Pray to any god out there that it'll land Malas in my hand grip tighter than I'd planned And I'm crammed with a father and his son in from Japan Thirty thousand feet, pretty steep Till your sleep stopped cheap Cause your ass drop 15 grand Seen a million paper planes, in my day all do they thang Never with a 113 foot wingspan Dad, I felt like I was flying, he said Rad, I felt like I was dying, instead Certainly this storm will be the form of me, to form a plea To treaty any deity to avoid me dead Fears aren't pretend when they're written with a pen Couch locked in the den with the TV on 10 With the TV on 10 Chka Chka Chka Chka With the tv on 10 Imagination uprooted, recruited Examination diluted The stats and facts, state the factor's impact that should calm the mind But fear mine's uncluded Irrational cause it's fear rational Wish you were here You're my near action gal Common gears steer Commandeer traction now See factual, free radicals prowl Overseas trees, older knees, sober squeeze Enraged wings in a cage, I'm emotional owl Girl across the isle screaming, I'm leaning Way from the window, it's beaming With strikes of light There's not a stewardess in sight Nervous fright from this height Yo I might be dreaming Helpless over Dallas But I'm selfish with my malice Take the only chute's the truth I relish life and not a palace But I'm too frozen to move Motion is too broken to prove With ocean stew open improves The odds of surfing into balance In the unlikely event of an emergency landing Your seat cushion may also be used as a flotation device These headphones won't block the dephening tones Shake the stones, break the bones But aviation regulations Radiate the situation Deviation from the station Meditation in rotation I wanna go home Now days, first class, thirst clasped Plow praise, burst glass, worst ass Mothafuckas gettin all kinds a bones thrown Singin, why fly King of WiFi Can't get my momma on the phone Hey sweet baby, gotcha on my mind I love you JJ, bye Momma I'm comin I promise Cause karma's a pit bull But I got the harness My sharpness is harmless Like scissors for all kindergarteners Built up all my energy out of my darkness For my future daughter Her grandma, my goddess All of my fam, all my team Touchdown and we got this Dark clouds around Ain't no mental hypothetical gone ever take me down