Airplane ft. DaBarker

**[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.

country rock, phonk, Memphis rap, Southern rock, drift phonk, outlaw country, chopped and screwed, slow + reverb, trap-i