Airplanes (feat. Hayley Williams of Paramore) - B.o.B

Ah-ah-ah-ah Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah On the walls of my home There are signs that I'm alone I keep on every light Talk to my dog, he don't mind Ah-ah-ah-ah Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Eat my breakfast in the nude Lemon water, living room Home is where I'm feminine Smells like citrus and cinnamon Ah-ah-ah-ah (Cinnamon, cinnamon) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah (Cinnamon, cinnamon) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah (Cinnamon, cinnamon) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah (Cinnamon, cinnamon) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah I'm not lonely I am free But if I let you in You would never want to leave (If I let you, if let you in) If ever I let you in Cinnamon I'm not lonely, baby, I am free Mmm, finally I'm not lonely, babe, I am free Ah-ah-ah-ah (I'm not lonely, babe, cinnamon, cinnamon) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah (I'm not lonely, babe, cinnamon, cinnamon) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah If I let you in, cinnamon If I let you in, cinnamon Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

There's no such thing as good grief Haven't eaten in three weeks Skin and bones when you're not near me I'm all skeleton and melody There's no such thing as good grief Sleep with you in a sex dream And I'm pretty sure you don't miss the way I put all my demons on display to your pretty music One more time Play me something, I won't sing I'll be quiet, play me something One more time, I'm listening There's no such thing as good grief Took two months to pack up your things But I left a box at your parents' house Don't know whether to feel sad or proud One more time Play me something, I won't sing I'll be quiet, play me something One more time, I'm listening

Rage is a quiet thing Well, you think that you've tamed it But it's just lying in wait Rage, is it in my veins? Feel it in my face when When I least expect it, hmm Give in (Control) there's so many ways to give in (Eyes closed) another way to make it to ten, oh How to draw the line between wrath and mercy? Gotta simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer down (Control) there's so many ways to give in (Eyes closed) another way to make it to ten, oh How to draw the line between wrath and mercy? Gotta simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer down If I had seen my reflection As something more precious He would've never And if my child needed protection From a fucker like that man I'd sooner gut him ('cause nothing cuts like a mother) Give in (Control) there's so many ways to give in (Eyes closed) another way to make it to ten, oh How to draw the line between wrath and mercy? Simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer down (Control) there's so many ways to give in (Eyes closed) another way to make it to ten, oh How to draw the line between wrath and mercy? (Simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer) Gotta simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer down Wrap yourself in petals Wrap yourself in petals (control, control) Wrap yourself in petals for armor (control, control) Petals for armor Give in (Control) there's so many ways to give in (Eyes closed) another way to make it to ten, oh How to draw the line between wrath and mercy? Gotta simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer down (Control) there's so many ways to give in Eyes closed, another way to make it to ten, oh How to draw the line between wrath and mercy? Gotta simmer, simmer, simmer

Is it rain, that you're praying for Is it war, that you're fighting for Is it love that you're straying from Is it you that you're running from Always on the run, run, run So you run you run you run you run (Yeah) Alchemy don't try my alchemy You talkin' wild to me These fallacies Who and what to do what we allowed to be Calculate you every move That shit don't amount to me Quit doubting me It don't take algebra for you to count on me You can't program perfection Life without direction is bound to get ingested Belly of the beast swallowed the key to the dungeon Are you really running or just chasing something Always on the run, run, run So you run you run you run you run See they parade around acting like they give a fuck about you They just, they just, they just tryna get some pub' about you They just, they just, they just tryna get some (?) about you They just, they don't really love you they know nothing 'bout you They don't, they don't reall- you nothing no-nothing about you (yeah) They just want the clicks, they just want your clicks They just want your clicks, they just wanna take your common sense Ignorance, they just want your ignorance, 'cause it's bliss If it's more dollars for them, and it's more slavery for you 'Cause if you're holding your breath, nigga don't wait for the truth (ahaa) They ain't gone tell you that you property It's a battle for the minds nigga that's monopoly (bands) Is it rain, that you're praying for Is it war, that you're fighting for Is it love that you're straying from Is it you that you're running from Always on the run, run, run So you run you run you run you run (Yeah)