Whistle blow, subs go flex, Runway glossy, ego wet. “Save the earth” in your caption text— Jet say vroom and the clouds get wrecked. (Okay!) Reusable tears, private jets (yeah!) Cry on the feed, then fuck up the sky, no sweat (what!) Paper-straw sippin’, Dom P drip on deck (okay!) “Offsets in bio”? That’s offset debt (facts!) Reusable tears, private jets (woo!) Sad-face post while the hangar get fed (skrrt!) Green on the grid, but the runway red (yeah!) Tail number trending—got your bluff on thread (receipts!) Carbon tears in a Cartier case, Camera on, conscience off—two‑face. Turtle emoji, then you floor that pace, Taxi to the tarmac with a saintly face. “Steel straw!”—cute, but the miles don’t bend, Ten K round trip just to play pretend. Greenwash gloss on a Gulfstream grin, Filter on your story, smoke in the wind. Double tap grief, triple sevens on the strip, Leather seats squeak while you lecture from the whip. Compost captions, kerosene lips, Halo on the feed, hellfire on the trip. Pearls on your throat say “save the sea,” But you torch that sky like a Christmas tree. We peep that tag on the canopy—see? Planet on read, but you love that key. Reusable tears, private jets (yeah!) Cry on the feed, then fuck up the sky, no sweat (what!) Paper-straw sippin’, Dom P drip on deck (okay!) “Offsets in bio”? That’s offset debt (facts!) Reusable tears, private jets (woo!) Sad-face post while the hangar get fed (skrrt!) Green on the grid, but the runway red (yeah!) Tail number trending—got your bluff on thread (receipts!) “Eco” on the hoodie, mink on the trim, Bio in italics, turbine hymn. Carbon-credit confessional: rinse, then spin, You bought a little math, not a different wind. Press kit saint with a private route, Fly to a summit just to selfie a pout. Reusable tote with a Prada sprout, Planet can’t breathe through your scented clout. Henny with the hemp talk, hush that spiel, Talkin’ ‘bout change while you chase that deal. Train on the map? You don’t like that feel, You want door-to-door with a caviar seal. Who talk that green? (You do! You do!) Who burn that kerosene? (You do! You do!) Who flood the feed? (You do! You do!) Who flood the tarmac? (You do! You do!) Hands up—if you mean that text, Hands down—when the jet get checked. No cap—park that shit, reset, Say it with your chest, say it with your chest! Jet fuel—drip, drip, drip (uh!) Blue check—cry, cry, cry (what!) Planet—choke, choke, choke (damn!) Cut the talk or let it die. (Ayy!) If you love this earth, then prove that flex: Skip that jet, put the cash in nets, Trees in the ground, trains for the sets, Walk that talk, then earn those checks. Reusable tears, private jets (yeah!) Cry on the feed, then fuck up the sky, no sweat (what!) Paper-straw sippin’, Dom P drip on deck (okay!) “Offsets in bio”? That’s offset debt (facts!) Reusable tears, private jets (woo!) Sad-face post while the hangar get fed (skrrt!) Green on the grid, but the runway red (yeah!) Tail number trending—got your bluff on thread (receipts!) Keep your tote, keep your text, Planet ain’t a prop for a viral flex. Reusable tears, private jets— Save the speech, cut the checks.
