作词 : Jelani Aryeh McCall/Jeremiah Raisen/Everett Romano/Jean Baptiste Kouame 作曲 : Jelani Aryeh McCall/Jeremiah Raisen/Everett Romano/Jean Baptiste Kouame Miles long, so it seems Passing the pylon's a ****ing dream 'Cause in the stands no one screams Leaving the field with some low esteem Every game ends the same With too many shots to the ****ing brain Probably why I tend to space And carry this barren look on my face Hey, dad I don't want to play 'cause it makes me Heartless and hopeless at times ****, I could've said sad, but it's not even close When's the last time we touched down? When's the last time I scored? Used to call me the jet plane Little boy from the north I had to leave the sport and the school ****, aberrations in full Just know that I had to go It's good to know This jet ain't lacking fuel Fatiguin', done with this league of competing My heart beating faster than feet at a meet of Jamaicans Swear that I'm faking Love for the sport that my father was makin' me play Like everyday in the summer, a bummer I couldn't display My current dismay Rather I'd sing in my room or I'd travel by train to LA Hey, dad I'm finding a voice I didn't know I had Way back, playing Kanye in your older jag 05 remember us driving from Legoland Those times have certainly made me the way I am When's the last time we touched down? When's the last time I scored? Used to call me the jet plane Little boy from the north I had to leave the sport and the school ****, aberrations in full Just know that I had to go It's good to know This jet ain't lacking fuel编辑于2023/12/13更新