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lirik lagu flight mode – xl (uk)

verse 1:
i don’t wanna fight no, man i’m in flight mode
i just lie low, i ain’t like those
that get hype bro, it’s just hype though
i stay upfront, ya more side show

my flow, can make minds blow
there’s no mind games, i don’t like those
but when, dice roll i’m like why moan?
‘n get left back i’m like right oh

i find hope in those wise quotes
i’ve honed the sk!lls, ive grown
from that shy bloke to that psycho

that might smite foes ‘n stay, ice cold
the great, white hope when i, write stoned
i write fine code there’s no a.i
but i’ve nine clones who just type notes

‘n then fly drones ‘n drop five loads
tear through ya town like a, cyclone
the ways i go ‘n strike high notes
this ain’t ego, i don’t try boast

or claim i’m woke, i just rhyme loads
you go off track, i know my role
i won’t fall off of that tight rope
i make light work of those life woes

hook:
i make waves yeah, ya get wiped out
hate yeah? just pipe down
i can’t hear that i just, switch off
i’m in, flight mode, i just lift off
you’re so p-ssed off ya get wiped out
you wanna hate yeah, just pipe down
i can’t hear that, i just switch off
i’m in flight mode i just lift off

i make waves yeah, ya get wiped out
hate yeah? just pipe down
i can’t hear that i just, switch off
i’m in, flight mode, i just lift off
you’re so p-ssed off ya get wiped out
you wanna hate yeah, just pipe down
i can’t hear that, i just switch off
i’m in flight mode i just lift off

v2:
sly hoes we don’t wife those
there’s no ice on but still i glow
‘n straight blind those, i make tides slow
the way the world gets spun like a giro

but i might joke, i took five tokes
of that, good sh-t, we got fried dosed
‘n got munch-es, ‘n got fried toast
on that fine line between quite stoned

‘n my sights gone ‘n i’m like wow
there’s no white c0ke in my, white nose
i don’t try pose, i won’t lie most of those
guys burn from this mic roast

am no wine-o i got, p-ssed off
u got tied up n then, p-ssed on
n that sh-t’s wrong, like you wipe down
i make waves yeah, ya get wiped out

verse 3:
there’s no might be, there’s no next time
there’s no second chance u won’t get time
u ain’t tech 9, u ain’t 50 cent
u ain’t, e40 or 6 percent of my

sick demented raw independent co-rs-
risk offence ‘n brought hits ‘n gems
it’s all interlinked its all inter-webbed
the whole internet is all, in my head

it’s all intertwined its all interbred
but let me interject, i ain’t
in defence of no, instant fame or -instant blend
instead of doing the work they just, work the trend out

man would sell their best friend out
anything to get the checks
anything to get the chance, but
i ain’t gonna hear that, flight mode set

- xl uk

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