Jetstreams and Red Gloss

Yeah,

yeah

Turn the headphones up a little bit

Ah,

like that

First class flight with the red lips on her Ice on my

wrist, yeah the cold get warmer High heel walk,

she a classic stunner Red carpet look and we run the summer

(we run it, yeah)

Private runway, plane on the tarmac Never write a check if I

can't get the tax back Got a clean view from the penthouse

terrace Looking so good that it might cause embarrassment She a work

of art, looking at her from afar In a sports car,

shining brighter than a star

Step-by-step, yeah she make a entrance No price tag when we write

the sentence (write it down) Got the whole room paying attention

First class flight with the red lips on her Ice on my

wrist, yeah the cold get warmer High heel walk,

she a classic stunner Red carpet look and we run the summer

(we run it, yeah)

She untouchable, sitting on the high throne Catch her silhouette in the

dim light zone

Yeah, I watch from the side but I match the stride Never

step back when we take the ride (hahaha)

Got the golden touch,

got the velvet suit

Everything we do is absolute

Looking from afar, yeah

We know who we are,

yeah

High heels on the marble floor We don't count the cost,

we just open up the door

First class flight with the red lips on her Ice on my

wrist, yeah the cold get warmer High heel walk,

she a classic stunner Red carpet look and we run the summer

(we run it, yeah)

First class flight with the red lips on her Ice on my

wrist, yeah the cold get warmer High heel walk,

she a classic stunner Red carpet look and we run the summer

(yeah, we run it)