Air China Lupe Fiasco (Ft. Crystal Torres & Jeff Kung)

(What they say, what they say, what they say)

These red eyes in the night, looking like giants, not the flights
Colossus watching the optics, are brighter
These demons blocking the right, might hop up in the sky, and start boxing the lights
Through the haze finding ways of expression
Past like graves on a train, and feel a wave of protection
Wisdom is a prison, not a cage for correction
Is it real or is it feel, trying to gauge the connection
Discretion got me stepping like bears in the trap
VPN gang checking China Air with an app
No status on trying to keep that baggage to a minimum
Linen gi, lemon tea, beef noodle gimme some (Yeah)
Look around, look around, everybody's on their phones
It's a room full of people but everybody's alone
Looking down, looking down
I even got the monks getting down to the sound

I don't wanna leave, I just want to breathe Air China
I don't wanna die, I just want to fly Air China

Say, speaking to my sifu, finding gold in his counselling
Fire car speed through a hole in the mountain
Next to the businessman with his soul in accounting
Blessed be the hands that control the surroundings
Can we calculate fate
Can we look into the future and evaluate grace
Is it wisdom in the body, treat death like a job (eh)
Living like a hobby (eh)
Master the form, stand behind, copy (whoop)
I'm skilled to the way flies play on the anvil of the blacksmith
Martially off of fireworks sparkle at the funeral
The practice is incense turned to ashes in a sense
It represents life, and its vastness in a flash
What came before becomes floor for the inheritance of the assets
This too will burn and return to his place among the masses
But not before sitting still in the traffic
And I wish you could come here with me
But no crying allowed in these one tier cities