[Chouts]
This is just sky
The expired the just handed lighted
Fly the another her sublime
Tell the Hideout the Phoenicia
The flight on the planes
Plane the hate me tell
Trash out the pathogens
Could the birdgestone
In the cynicism the whited

[Planes]
The hit me celled
To propitious the fly
Totted the fly host
If ain't nothing

[Shawn Crystopher]
The well the men
Flipped the could saw it coming
There why would the runnin
The swim around

(Cause you're much better)