Flight Lyrics

Entitled lady on my flight with your three kids and husband

Sitting in the seats I reserved ahead of time…

All seat-belted in and ready for takeoff

Still whining and griping at each other

Bc what else are you gonna do?

You keep insisting that you are a family of five

Ohhh, do I mind sitting apart from my own kid?

Because your kids what?

Take precedence?

Bc you don't have your shit together enough to book for your own fucking tribe?

So you separate mine…

And then I look like the asshole

For holding up the line

Your husband looks at me apologetically

Then quickly down when he meets your eyes

Fuck you. And your shitty kids and your pussy-whipped husband.

Oh and I PAID for that window seat!

What if my brown ass was in yours

I shudder to think…

And for the record. The ONLY reason I complied

Is bc our two seats next to your three

Means we'd sit next to you or your shitty kids, or your

Pussy-whipped husband

So we move along like you want us to

Move along, move along

Like we're expected to

And you get your way

And you get your way

And you get your way

And you get your way