Airplanes
Bruno Mars/B.O.B Lyrics

Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars?
Can we imagine that airplanes flying in the night sky look like shooting stars?

I could really use a wish right now Wish right now Wish right now
I badly want a wish right now - I say it thrice.

Yeah, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish To go back to a place much simpler than this
I need a dream, a magic genie or a wish to travel back to a simpler, happier time.

'Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin' And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion And all the pandemonium and all the madness There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
After all the wild and crazy life of partying, smashing, crashing, glamour, fashion and chaos, comes a time when you fade away to darkness.

And when you're starin' at that phone in your lap And you're hopin' but them people never call you back
When you're staring at your phone and hoping that someone will call you back but they don't.

But that's just how the story unfolds You get another hand soon after you fold And when your plans unravel in the sand What would you wish for if you had one chance?
That's just how life works - just when you think it's all over, you get another chance. And when everything falls apart, what would you wish for if you had one chance?

So airplane, airplane, sorry I'm late I'm on my way so don't close that gate If I don't make that then I'll switch my flight And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night
Sorry I'm late, but I'm on my way - please don't close the gate. If I miss that flight, I'll switch to another and be back by the end of the night.

Yeah, yeah, somebody take me back to the days Before this was a job, before I got paid Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank Yeah, back when I was tryin' to get a tip at Subway
Take me back to the days when rapping wasn't a job, before money mattered, when I was just trying to earn a tip at Subway.

And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it But nowadays we rappin' to stay relevant I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes outta' airplanes Then maybe yo maybe I'll go back to the days
Back when rapping was just for the fun of it, but now it's about staying relevant. Maybe if we can make wishes out of airplanes, I'll go back to the good old days.

Before the politics that we call the rap game And back when ain't nobody listen to my mixtape And back before I tried to cover up my slang But this is for the hater, what's up Bobby Ray?
Before the politics of the rap game, when no one listened to my mixtapes and I didn't cover up my slang. This is for the haters - what's up Bobby Ray?

So can I get a wish To end the politics And get back to the music That started this shit? So here I stand and then again I say I'm hopin' we can make some wishes outta' airplanes
Can I have a wish to end the politics and get back to the music that started this - I'm standing here, hoping we can make wishes out of airplanes.

I could really use a wish right now Wish right now Wish right now
Again, I really need a wish - I say it thrice.

Like, like, like shootin' stars (oh, oh oh) I, I, I could really use a wish right now A wish, a wish right now (A wish right now)
I need a wish like shooting stars - I say 'I' thrice. I need a wish - right now - I say it twice.