Flutes on a Plane
[Produced by Jake Ruzow]

[Intro: Loraxx & (Kid Lacey)]
Yo, if that gyal doesn't shut up fam
Yup, Yeah
(Yayay, Yayay)
(Kid Lacey), Raxx
Uhh huh, (mmhm hmm)

[Verse 1: Loraxx]
Yeah, for the sake of the sane, I'ma say that the ting
That Jake made come like Snakes on a Plane (snakes on a plane?)
Shaping a sound that be snaking around
Sick shit, sit back as I sing to your brain (sing to your brain)
Simple and plain
Sip on your saké as I’m talking
In the slickest of ways (slickest of ways?)
'Cause I’m sick with the phrases
It is amazing to witness the plays
And the wit when I weigh in
Shit, ain’t no waiting around
We breaking it down
And I’m making it bounce (bounce)
Usually we stay in the clouds
4/20 we’ll be baking an ounce (ounce)
But we’re gonna wait for it cause
It’s a T-break ting we ain’t breaking for now
We ain’t breaking for none
And I’m saying it loud
Better stay with me bruh cause I sway with it (how sway?)
Shit, it's some child’s play
Try to imagine me on a wild day
Uh yuh, but I’ll say
That the boy is just on a different mind state
Hop in my head and you get a migraine
Professor X’ing you with the mind games
This is manufactured because man made
And if you don’t understand it nevermind, mane
[Verse 2: Kid Lacey]
You don't even know what you did
Never intimidated
When I hop up on the track
No gat, kick back, you can ask Matt
Matterfact ask Loraxx
'Cause they know that the flow
Too cold better hold that
And I’m keeping on me big bags
Huh, just a tad bit pissed off
Knowing that you big mad
And I’d ask where ya bitch at?
But I’m not one for the chit chat
Lemme spit that
Try to make sense of it
And I bet you couldn’t do it for the censorship
Call the FCC tell em SMD
I’m on top of the world when I’m on this tree
Please please see me
In my office, green like Leafly
Know the set that I rep got that 1113 entry fee-eee
But I always boss up
Dopeman so you know I gotta Talk Up
Oh man, better hold my plans
Blueprint, and it’s like we type up in Starbucks
'Cause we up like Trump
5 in the morning
Hope I do not catch you yawning
Jake done swung the beat
I hit the streets, said let me think of something
Ooh, it’s crazy to me
Nigga spit hot like 80 degrees
Kid sling rock
Why not when the dope drop?
Call that shit a bar
Better hope the soap don’t drop
Worth it, on my nerves–to be
And I got these niggas here ir–kin me
Serve it to me, servant, push it till you workin
I'ma leave the bars here on purpose jheeze
[Verse 3: Loraxx]
Hah, you thought we were playing?
Loraxx and Lacey, we taking the game
Spitting the flame every day
Every nigga in here asking if we can do it again? (yes please)
'Cause we’re just doing our ting on it
Wait on it (wait up) we disintegrating it
Separate from the lame we segregating it
Let me run it back and let you go ape on it