[Verse 1]
Miles long, so it seems
Passing the pylon's a fucking 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 fucking brain
Probably why I tend to space
And carry this barren look on my face

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Hey, dad
I don't want to play 'cause it makes me
Heartless and hopeless at times
Shit, I could've said sad, but it's not even close

[Chorus]
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
Shit, aberrations in full
Just know that I had to go
It's good to know
This jet ain't lacking fuel
[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus 2]
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

[Chorus]
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
Shit, aberrations in full
Just know that I had to go
It's good to know
This jet ain't lacking fuel