Video Jet Lagged de Aaron Rose 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaron Rose - Jet Lagged Lyrics

[Intro: Dessy Hinds]
Yeah, and we just pulled up, so you know the vibe
Ayy, yeah

[Verse 1: Dessy Hinds]
Only rules followed is the G code
Forever in my duffle, sippin' Pino
Flows like water, know the Steelo
C-notes in the black chess bag
My best craft reaching new heights, I'm jet-lagged

[Verse 2: Aaron Rose]
For the cheese, watch how the chef craft, the tech blast
How the fuck I can't be the best? Pass the mic
I'm going forty-five for forty-five miles
I keep my hustle like twenty-threes, I clutch when in line

[Verse 3: Nyck Caution]
Throw a bullet through your heart, that's a chess pass
Running through these hoes like I'm Metcalf
Brand-new shades, no lens craft
I thought I had it planned 'til it went south
It was all good 'til it ends bad

[Verse 4: Chuck Strangers]
Uh, me and my niggas gotta stay on the grind, fuck the cost
Good smoke and do some things to my mind, I be lost
Cmos before the heavy strains, scheming on a half a plate
Used to bust your ass on them half-a-days
[Verse 5: Nyck Caution]
She a devil in her Prada, Anne Hathaway
I just wanna take you on an island, we can cast away
Mix the juice with the Tanqueray, now we getting high
I won't land the plane 'til I get you hotter than a candle flame

[Verse 6: Aaron Rose]
You niggas [?] say that we sending with rounds
I left this head in space like the logo said on Carrell
I'm not ducking your shells
I'm talking shit from my deepest thoughts
Niggas pressed now like I seize cloth, the piece I toss

[Verse 7: Dessy Hinds]
Food stain still on my trenchcoat, gotta vent smoke
Until I'm wave deep on my ten-stroke, not a pen wrote this
In fact, 10:31 looping the tax
Attack soon as Chuck looping the track

[Verse 8: Chuck Strangers]
I loop the track and sip the Henny like a dirty Sprite
I ain't wanna drink, I'm just polite
Got my mental right, I'm building on my physical form
Lord willin' I transform, shapeshift, no facelift
We comin' new, niggas smooth as clouds like the bayou
[Verse 9: Nyck Caution]
Uh, bad contracts declined, don't let 'em buy you
Bad vibes, leave 'em behind, don't let 'em find you
Switching up the style, same album
Give you something to get high to and something to cry to