歌词
Miles long, so it seems
Passing the pylon's a ****ing dream
'Cause in the stands no one screams
Leaving the field with some low esteem
Every game ends the same
With too many shots to the ****ing brain
Probably why I tend to space
And carry this barren look on my face
Hey, dad
I don't want to play 'cause it makes me
Heartless and hopeless at times
****, I could've said sad, but it's not even close
When's the last time we touched down?
When's the last time I scored?
Used to call me the jet plane
Little boy from the north
I had to leave the sport and the school
****, aberrations in full
Just know that I had to go
It's good to know
This jet ain't lacking fuel
Fatiguin', done with this league of competing
My heart beating faster than feet at a meet of Jamaicans
Swear that I'm faking
Love for the sport that my father was makin' me play
Like everyday in the summer, a bummer I couldn't display
My current dismay
Rather I'd sing in my room or I'd travel by train to LA
Hey, dad
I'm finding a voice I didn't know I had
Way back, playing Kanye in your older jag
05 remember us driving from Legoland
Those times have certainly made me the way I am
When's the last time we touched down?
When's the last time I scored?
Used to call me the jet plane
Little boy from the north
I had to leave the sport and the school
****, aberrations in full
Just know that I had to go
It's good to know
This jet ain't lacking fuel
专辑信息
1.Jetfuel