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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Alex Gatsby
John Alex Gatsby
Performer
John Cromer
John Cromer
Lead Vocals
Desmond Copeland
Desmond Copeland
Choir
Desiree Hazley
Desiree Hazley
Violin
Marza Merophi Wilks
Marza Merophi Wilks
Cello
Aiko Richter
Aiko Richter
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Thomas Justice
Keith Thomas Justice
Songwriter
Allen Abdul Arthur
Allen Abdul Arthur
Songwriter
John Cromer
John Cromer
Songwriter
Desmond Copeland
Desmond Copeland
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Thomas Justice
Keith Thomas Justice
Producer
Allen Abdul Arthur
Allen Abdul Arthur
Producer
“Greazy” Wil Anspach
Mixing Engineer
Arean Rahbari
Arean Rahbari
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

We in the air, the time is passing
If the engine fails then we'll be crashing
16 breathing souls in the cabin
And it's us sitting alone in the cockpit
You looking at the trees with shaky knees
My head is in the clouds, how could this be?
Flying thirty thousand feet in the cold
There ain't no apologies for being bold
There's interference, I can't hear no telephone sounds
There ain't no service, turn airplane mode on when you inside
And we just sitting here, thinking how can we get higher?
I can barely hear because the altitude
Mayday
It's a mayday
When two bodies collide, call air traffic control
This club is mile high and there ain't no place to go
Mayday
It's a mayday
You do it so sexy when your touching my soul
And we create a diamond as the pressure unfolds
Mayday
Mayday
Mayday
I just lost my breath and I can't catch it
Ooh, she's so fire, don't need no matches
Touching on your body got me losing control
See the way you ride it, girl, you snatching my soul
We're in it, now, don't need to question
How good it feels, here's a suggestion
Arch your back, relax and let go
I'm your pilot, let me take control
There's interference, I can't hear no telephone sounds
There ain't no service, turn airplane mode on when you inside
We're just sitting here thinking how can we get higher
I can barely hear because the altitude
Mayday
It's a mayday
When two bodies collide, call air traffic control
This club is mile high and there ain't no place to go
Mayday
It's a mayday
You do it so sexy when your touching my soul
And we create a diamond as the pressure unfolds
Mayday
Written by: Allen Abdul Arthur, Desmond Copeland, John Cromer, Keith Thomas Justice
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