Mitty Fresh n' Da Gang - JET LAG
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Cabin lights low… seatbelt sign on…
Wheels up, no sleep till dawn…
Gate to gate, heart on roam… jet lag in my bones…
Jet lag, bags tagged, stamp that page,
New city, new wave, same big stage,
Bésame rápido, runway haze,
TLV to LAX, we set that blaze.
Fast lane, clear frame, timing like a metronome,
Triplet in the tongue, I’m sliding on a heptatone,
Layover love, she texting on a presto phone,
Duty-free drip, I’m walking with a hexachrome.
Click-clack cadence - syncopated, spiral,
1-and-a-2, then I pivot on the vinyl,
Spanish in the pocket, English on the final,
Customs at the border, rhythm going primal.
Muévete cerca, latidos al compás,
Ojos de luna, dame un poco más,
Ciudad tras ciudad, mi cuerpo sin paz.
Jet lag, bags tagged, stamp that page,
New city, new wave, same big stage,
Bésame rápido, runway haze,
CDMX a BCN, we set that blaze.
Hands up - tray tables stow,
Breath slow - let the cabin glow,
Tick-tock - body clock low,
Jet… lag… make the tempo grow.
Aisle seat poet, turbulence of syllables,
Rhyme scheme woven—polyrhythms visible,
Passport pages flutter like a kick drum,
Backbeat flips when the snares get critical.
“Dámelo ahora,” she whisper at arrivals,
“Quiero tu ritmo,” we dancing in spirals,
Night shift sun in a neon revival,
I land on the one like a vinyl survival.
Jet lag, bags tagged, stamp that page,
New city, new wave, same big stage,
Bésame rápido, runway haze,
JFK a MAD, we set that blaze.
Cabin lights up… wheels kiss ground…
Jet lag love… still hear that sound…
Next gate, next fate… we round and round…
