[Intro] Attention, attention, final call tonight, passengers pretending you’re not late for Skyline Flight 21 to Paris, Berlin, London, New York, Havana, Rio, Mumbai and Tokyo. Please fasten up your feelings, put your doubts away, we are now boarding all zones of questionable life choices today. (Doors closed, phones on flight) (Drama set to silent, ego out of sight) Jet stream humming with a low bass growl, hear that turbine spin, hear the cities call. Vrrr-ooom—(lift it up) Vrrr-ooom—(feel it rush) Countdown kicking in the cabin tonight— three, two, one, hush. (Sir in 11A with the slow smooth smile) (that window-seat gaze could delay us a while.) [Cabin Call 1] (Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and overconfident influencers in rows two through four.) Sir in 12A, that’s a podcast, not a TED Talk, right? tray table’s not a desk, we still take off tonight. First class, business class, economy class— everybody’s VIP when the bass lines pass. (Please place your feelings in the overhead bins of love) (And keep your doubts fully switched to airplane mode.) (International VIP, that’s you in your own mind) (We’ll reach a smooth cruising altitude of sass in due time.) [Verse 1] Paris in the rhythm, little ooh-la-la, heels on the pavement and a beat from afar, click-clack, clap-back, watch the streetlights grin, I’m an international VIP, let the night begin. Berlin gets darker, bass down low, neon on leather with a four-clock glow, thump-thump, heart-jump, heat in the sound, coast to coast, west coast to east coast spin it ’round. [Pre-Chorus] Step-step, city to city, beat to beat, tap-tap, one little world underneath our feet, clap-clap, east to west, lose track of time, coast to coast, one bold heartbeat on one bassline. [Chorus] Paris to Berlin, London and back again, New York after midnight, Tokyo—let it begin. Rio to Havana, Ibiza pulling us in, coast to coast and city to city— then we do it all again. (Oh-oh, city to city) (Oh-oh, beat to beat) International VIPs vibing in this seat. [Post-Chorus] Paris! (Ooh-la-la) Berlin! (Turn it up) London! (Move with me) New York! (Don’t you stop) Tokyo! (Light it up) Rio! (Feel that heat) Coast to coast, east coast, west coast— everybody on the beat. [Verse 2] London gets cheeky with a skip and swing, side-eye in the snare make the whole room sing, click, skitter, snap-back, clap on two, I’m an international VIP with an attitude through. New York bring the piano, heavy on the keys, handclap echo in the city-side breeze, Havana roll the chords with a sun-kissed bend, coast to coast, east coast, west coast, let it blend. Mumbai add a shimmer, little tala in the blend, triplet on the dhol till the timelines bend, Tokyo light it up with a glitch in the glow— international VIP from my head to my toes. [Pre-Chorus] Step-step, city to city, beat to beat, stomp-stomp, one little world underneath our feet, clap-clap, north to south, lose track of time, coast to coast, east coast to west coast, same bassline. [Chorus] Paris to Berlin, London and back again, New York after midnight, Tokyo—let it begin. Rio to Havana, Ibiza pulling us in, round and round the world goes— coast to coast, east coast to west coast, spin. [Cabin Call 2] (Ma’am in 3C, your smile is over the carry-on limit.) We’ll upgrade your joy to the overhead sky, let your worries stay grounded while your hopes learn to fly. First class, business class, economy class— everybody’s got class when the moments pass. (If you’re falling in love, please do so responsibly) (And keep your hands, feet, and feelings inside the groove at all times.) (International VIP, yes, even you in middle seat B) (This is turbulence of the heart, not a personality test, you see.) [Dance Break] (Where we going?) Everywhere! Paris—Berlin— London—New York— Havana—Rio— Mumbai—Tokyo— Sir in 12A, that’s a podcast on repeat, not a full TED Talk while we’re finding the beat. Stop. Ibiza… (Build it up) Higher… (Higher) Higher… (HIGHER!) DROP! [Bridge] Yo, check it— Different language, different name, when the beat drops, we move the same, runway soul in a jet-plane rhyme, coast to coast, east coast, west coast, on four-bar time. Left foot, right foot, lights in rows, engine roar under all these clothes, passport stamps and a bass so true— international VIP when it punches through. I got city in my sneakers, skyline in my veins, neon in my fingers when I chant these names, from every corner, every view— coast to coast, east coast to west coast coming through. [Cabin Call 3] (Dear passengers in first, business, and economy.) If you’ve ever felt small in a big-night sky, let this cabin full of strangers hold your spirit high. First class, business class, economy class— everybody’s got class when we raise our glass. (We know you had options, you chose this vibe) (And for that, your heart now earns triple frequent-fly.) (International VIP, that’s you in this cheap-seat throne) (Upgrading all your problems to the checked-baggage zo
