

Prompt / Lyrics
**[Intro – low distorted vocal sample, chopped]** *(yeah... fly... fly high... country skies...)* Fly fly fly like an Airplanes in the sky! **[Verse 1 – Goose style, gravelly country drawl over phonk drums]** Boots on the dash, whiskey in the cup holder Tail lights bleedin’ red down this two-lane shoulder Got my baby shotgun, hair blowin’ in the wind She say “boy take me higher, let the night begin” Engine roarin’ like a hound let off the chain Radio spittin’ Skynyrd through the Memphis rain Pedal to the floor, we ain’t lookin’ back no more Got that drift phonk pulse in this old Ford (Fly fly fly like an Airplanes in the sky!) **[Chorus – big phonk hook, layered vocals + DaBarker feature]** Fly like an airplane baby, yeah fly fly fly Wings made of chrome, cuttin’ through the sky From the holler to the heavens, we don’t ask why Fly like an airplane baby, yeah fly fly fly (808 slide go brrrrt — cowbell clang — steel guitar bend) Fly high, never comin’ down tonight Outlaw hearts burnin’ bright under neon light Fly like an airplane baby, yeah fly fly fly **[Verse 2 – DaBarker verse, phonk-trap flow, pitched-down menace]** Ay, DaBarker slide through with the mud on the tires Country boy with the dirty south desires Chop the night like I chop them samples, feel me? 808 hit harder than a shotgun, really She whisper “faster” while the banjo screamin’ We driftin’ corners, devil’s in the beamin’ From backroad graves to the city glow We ghosts in the whip, let the low-end flow Yeah, fly or die, that’s the only code Phonk in my veins, carry that heavy load (Fly fly fly like an Airplanes in the sky!) **[Chorus – repeat, bigger this time]** Fly like an airplane baby, yeah fly fly fly Wings made of chrome, cuttin’ through the sky From the holler to the heavens, we don’t ask why Fly like an airplane baby, yeah fly fly fly **[Bridge – slowed + reverb breakdown, almost doom country]** *(vinyl crackle heavy)* Stars look closer when you ridin’ with the reverb Heart beatin’ to the kick, yeah that bass got a purpose Ain’t no turnin’ back when the night gets nervous We airborne souls, baby, forever in service **[Final Chorus – both voices trading lines]** Fly like an airplane baby (yeah fly fly fly) DaBarker: We don’t land, we multiply Gooseneck: From dirt roads straight to the sky Both: Fly like an airplane baby, yeah fly fly fly **[Outro – fading phonk fade, distant howl + steel guitar twang]** *(fly... fly high... country phonk forever... yeah...)* Fly fly fly like an Airplanes in the sky! Ride out.
Tags
country rock, phonk, Memphis rap, Southern rock, drift phonk, outlaw country, chopped and screwed, slow + reverb, trap-i
3:19
No
2/15/2026