Paper Planes

Flyin' high, catch me in the skies, no delayin',
Chasin' dreams, got my future on these paper planes,
From the city lights to the fields of grain,
Ain't no stoppin' now, we gon' break these chains.

Flippin' through these pages, life's a book we write,
Turnin' up the hustle, every day and night,
Paper cuts from struggles, but we hold on tight,
Vision in our sights, future lookin' bright.

Paper planes, we ain't ever comin' down,
Soarin' high, got our feet above the ground,
Dreams unfold, watch 'em spread all around,
On these paper planes, yeah, we wearin' the crown.

Every fold, every crease, that's a story told,
From the struggles in the streets to the pots of gold,
We been climbin' every peak, never doin' what we’re told,
On these paper planes, yeah, watch the journey unfold.