Airplane Mode – Cadet

(OG Club)
Cadet

It’s two-thousand and seventeen
And already bare man are telling me
I’ve gotta fix up this year ’cause I’m shit with my phone
Yeah man, look I understand
But I don’t really wanna chat to man
So maybe you can this
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Like ‘New number, who’s this? ‘
Giving same number, ‘Who’s this? ‘
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone

Can’t you WhatsApp the kid?
I probably knew what you were gonna say, I ain’t tryna hear you chat shit
Cuh more time I move anti
Well me, I’m writing bars, practicing
Telling me how I missed your calls
Like I done that by accident
Na man, I saw my phone ring
Na man, I saw that shit ring
The only time I have tah answer is if it’s [?]
See me, I’m blatant with the airing
I’ll air you, karma won’t hide it
Yeah you seem them blue ticks them and you gon’ see I’m online them
And its mad cuh I ain’t even lightskinned
Guess that’s why they don’t like me
Third leg, be Mandingo, air them calls like I’m a lighty
And I ain’t tryna be rude but maybe I don’t wanna talk nah
How you asking for a reason? Nigga this is not a courthouse

Take the swerve man

It’s two-thousand and seventeen
And already bare man are telling me
I’ve gotta fix up this year ’cause I’m shit with my phone
Yeah man, look I understand
But I don’t really wanna chat to man
So maybe you can this
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Like ‘New number, who’s this? ‘
Giving same number, ‘Who’s this? ‘
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone

Maybe I’ll chat to you later
Maybe I’ll reply on Snapchat, you ain’t worth my data
Talking money, how you get it-get it
How you running me down, be athletic-letic
Nigga with that back and forth, it’s tennis-tennis
You’re a big man talking ’bout credit-credit
Forget it nigga, at dis age

It’s two-thousand and seventeen
And already bare man are telling me
I’ve gotta fix up this year ’cause I’m shit with my phone
Yeah man, look I understand
But I don’t really wanna chat to man
So maybe you can this
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Like ‘New number, who’s this? ‘
Giving same number, ‘Who’s this? ‘
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone
Don’t phone my phone-phone my phone

Oi, who’s this?