Gracen Hill - Airplane Mode Lyrics

Talking shit, throwing shade

Dropping names, call my friends,

2 am, At my place - tryna get to me

Make me mad, rile me up,

Jump jumping through hoops

Won't stop just just tryna get to me



I could be on a beach,

It's not like you would know

I could be wearing that dress you like or

Skinny dipping in Mexico

You tryna get to me

Now that I'm off the grid

I could be staying out all night long

It's not like you would know

Over here in Airplane Mode



I was sick, of my phone

Always lit, white noise, toxic messages

Tryna get to me

Over here, taking sips, With a list, of the shit, I don't miss

You won't quit

Tryna get to me



I could be on a beach,

It's not like you would know

I could be wearing that dress you like or

Skinny dipping in Mexico

You tryna get to me

Now that I'm off the grid

I could be staying out all night long

It's not like you would know

Over here in Airplane Mode



Had me runnin' on empty empty

Mess me up like bed sheets bed sheets

Had me runnin' on empty empty

Oh, wish you could can't find me find me

Had to dip disappear

Might find someone to kiss, ignorance is bliss

Cuz out here



I could be on a beach,

It's not like you would know

I could be wearing that dress you like or

Skinny dipping in Mexico

You tryna get to me

Now that I'm off the grid

I could be staying out all night long

It's not like you would know

Over here in Airplane Mode