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Fly Away

 

Fly Away


As I lay me down to sleep, I'm praying for all my frenemies
They praying for my downfall I'm praying for they ends to meet I get it,
I get it, they mad I... done did it
Fuck out... I ain't gonna be shit I'm shitting on you busters
And pissing all on your dissing
You bitching I'm in the kitchen I'm fixing up my next mission
Essential to my ambition... to pose any proposition
Need a mortician for all this body bagging I've been resuming to
My ambitions could be ruins
That will ruin you
Assuming you could stop my shine,
Stop my grind, you out your mind I can feel my time
And a bitch won't stop 'til it's not my prime

[Chorus]
I know I gotta fly away
Cause I can't stay here
Feel like a bird with no wings
But my dreams seem so clear
So even if you're far away
Some day you'll be near
Cause when I'll get my wings
We're gonna get the fuck up out of here
Out of here, out of here, out of here
We're gonna get the fuck up out of here
Out of here, out of here, out of here

Now these underachievers wanna underrate you
Ain't built for the game, but wanna play you
Niggas lines played out like they wanna page...
Now these once upon a time, bitches wanna fake too
They judge you as a hoe but they don't even know the half
Hating on your future, they don't even know your past
When your mother taught you love
But your father ain't know how to
Niggas took your shine, but you ain't never let it cloud you
Put the Lord over this money
But it's bizness over bitches
Treated as the illest, I put sickness over bitches
Conditioned through the pressure I ain't never tripping though
The pain turn into pleasure, like a numbing after sniffing coke
Falling down is how you grow
Staying down is how you die
Rising from my down falls, this right here is you fly

[Chorus X2]
I know I gotta fly away
Cause I can't stay here
Feel like a bird with no wings
But my dreams seem so clear
So even if you're far away
Some day you'll be near
Cause when I'll get my wings
We're gonna get the fuck up out of here
Out of here, out of here, out of here
We're gonna get the fuck up out of here
Out of here, out of here, out of here

hecho

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