I'm crazy out of line
Too f*cking much for you most of the time
You hate I bite my nails
There's dirty laundry all over the place
I know I'm a mess and you want me to change
But you should know better
You say I'm a mess and that I misbehave
And that's why I tell you
You could show up in your finest clothes
And beg for me to come home
But I don't care
I put my freaking, f*cking, phone on Flight Mode
Been drinking scotch all night
My pants they fit me sittin' way too tight
I'm crazy out of line
Should have a burger going with my fries
I know I'm a mess and you want me to change
But you should know better
You say I'm a mess and that I misbehave
And that's why I tell you
You could show up in your finest clothes
And beg for me to come home
But I don't care
I put my freaking, f*cking, phone on Flight Mode
You got a way
Of working your way
Around my head
Into my bed
You got a way
Of working your way
Around my head
Into my bed
I know I'm a mess
Cause you say I'm a mess
But you can talk to my voicemail
Tell me to go to hell
I won't care
I put my freaking, f*cking, phone on Flight Mode
Flight Mode Video (MV)
Performed By: Ninah
Length: 2:56
Written by: Nina Kærsgaard Hansen, Martin Winther, Maria Marcus, Malthe Johansen, Linette Damsted, Jesper Lynx
Ninah - Flight Mode Lyrics
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I'm crazy out of line
Too f*cking much for you most of the time
You hate I bite my nails
There's dirty laundry all over the place
I know I'm a mess and you want me to change
But you should know better
You say I'm a mess and that I misbehave
And that's why I tell you
You could show up in your finest clothes
And beg for me to come home
But I don't care
I put my freaking, f*cking, phone on Flight Mode
Been drinking scotch all night
My pants they fit me sittin' way too tight
I'm crazy out of line
Should have a burger going with my fries
I know I'm a mess and you want me to change
But you should know better
You say I'm a mess and that I misbehave
And that's why I tell you
You could show up in your finest clothes
And beg for me to come home
But I don't care
I put my freaking, f*cking, phone on Flight Mode
You got a way
Of working your way
Around my head
Into my bed
You got a way
Of working your way
Around my head
Into my bed
I know I'm a mess
Cause you say I'm a mess
But you can talk to my voicemail
Tell me to go to hell
I won't care
I put my freaking, f*cking, phone on Flight Mode
Too f*cking much for you most of the time
You hate I bite my nails
There's dirty laundry all over the place
I know I'm a mess and you want me to change
But you should know better
You say I'm a mess and that I misbehave
And that's why I tell you
You could show up in your finest clothes
And beg for me to come home
But I don't care
I put my freaking, f*cking, phone on Flight Mode
Been drinking scotch all night
My pants they fit me sittin' way too tight
I'm crazy out of line
Should have a burger going with my fries
I know I'm a mess and you want me to change
But you should know better
You say I'm a mess and that I misbehave
And that's why I tell you
You could show up in your finest clothes
And beg for me to come home
But I don't care
I put my freaking, f*cking, phone on Flight Mode
You got a way
Of working your way
Around my head
Into my bed
You got a way
Of working your way
Around my head
Into my bed
I know I'm a mess
Cause you say I'm a mess
But you can talk to my voicemail
Tell me to go to hell
I won't care
I put my freaking, f*cking, phone on Flight Mode
Writer: Nina Kærsgaard Hansen, Martin Winther, Maria Marcus, Malthe Johansen, Linette Damsted, Jesper Lynx
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.