From the recordings Weaux Is Me and Weaux Is Me
Lyrics
Look who called
Tonight I’m going on Airplane Mode
I said I won’t be picking up my phone
It’s gonna go straight to voicemail
‘Cause my time is not for sale
And you can go to hell
And I’ll be flying so high without you
Thought you less than 3’d me
But your love was only 2D
Thought you really needed me
But you only wanted my booty
And now I got your cooties
Is this what I get for being fruity
Tonight I’m going on Airplane Mode
I said I won’t be picking up my phone
It’s gonna go straight to voicemail
‘Cause my time is not for sale
And you can go to hell
I’m going on Airplane Mode
I said I won’t be picking up my phone
It’s gonna go straight to voicemail
‘Cause my time is not for sale
And you can go to hell
And I’ll be flying so high without you
Not every notification carries the validation you seek
No number of little heart symbols can heal the pain that’s in your heart
But every time that little blue light blinks, I think maybe it’s you
So-and-so liked your message
But so-and-so’s not you, so I don’t care
Tonight I’m going on Airplane Mode
It’s gonna go straight to voicemail
‘Cause my time is not for sale
And you can go to hell
I’m going on Airplane Mode
I said I won’t be picking up my phone
It’s gonna go straight to voicemail
‘Cause my time is not for sale
And you can go to hell
And I’ll be flying so high without you
If it was a one night stand
Why’d you have to hold my hand
Pulled me in like quicksand
Guess I gotta use my wingspan, oh
Tonight I’m going on Airplane Mode
I said I won’t be picking up my phone
It’s gonna go straight to voicemail
Cause my time is not for sale
And you can go to hell
And I’ll be flying so high without you
I’ll be flying so high without you