Mean Planes Lyrics - Taylor Swift

You, with your words like knives 

And swords and weapons that you use against me 

You, have knocked me off my feet again 

Got me feeling like a nothing (3x) 

Screamin fuck them niggas who hated, I'm money affiliated 

Speculating me landing, must of got me mistaken with lame nigga's 

Know you gone get high as fuck as long as the planes with ya 

Left that major situation alone and became richer 

People talkin' down but see me I'm the same nigga 

Leave yo bitch around we gone drink the champagne wit her 

We don't touch the ground see a cloud with my name it, 

Only ez-widers, please no cigars for me and my gang 

Fool I'm a legend in these streets cause how I do my thang 

And Don't wear the fitted, I got the city on my chain 

Oh, man still they hate and talk smack, knowing if I was gone there be no throne to throw ya rocks at 

Cruise at maximum altitudes I'm tryna top that 

So in touch with the real them suckas tryna stop that 

But I, live or let die, party get high 

And tell them lames to the plane or let fly 

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You, with your words like knives 

And swords and weapons that you use against me 

You, have knocked me off my feet again 

Got me feeling like a nothing (3x) 

Uh, stuck alone in this wave race 

Say I'm living to fast, don't plan on changing my pace 

Got one foot on the gas, there's never a need for brakes 

Smoke ez-wider's with hash, fuck bitches from out of state 

Valet bringing my cars, a waiter to bring me plates 

Shrimp and fillet Mignon, we celebrate buying drinks 

Wit a couple of broads, my nigga's and who got love for me 

It's lonely at the top, I'm tired of having company 

Uh, so while you busy trying to fit in, Imma stand out 

And view my life through this lens to see how it pan's out 

Substitute teacher ass nigga's, need a handout 

Middle finger screaming fuck them nigga's who hated, 

I'm money affiliated 

Pop another bottle, that chronic smokin degraded 

Speculating me landing must of got me mistaken, 

I'm speaking as the captain of the plane, 

You's a runner on the jet way 

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You, with your words like knives 

And swords and weapons that you use against me 

You, have knocked me off my feet again 

Got me feeling like a nothing (5x)