On Me
Im getting high today
I wanna fly away
Im going up leaving all of you stuck
Y'all always give me a headache
Tell em get out of my face
I just really need a break
I wanna fly away
I wanna fly away
Ima roll up a few grams
Feeling so high in a trance
Sent her to pick up the bands
Made me do my money dance
Yeah I'm flying away
You been playing I been pulling my weight
Now these n*ggas gotta pick up the pace
Now these n*ggas gotta pick up the pace
I don't know why they thing they got shit on me
You ain't did enough yet shouldn't say nothing on me
You ain't finna go a few rounds in the ring man on me
You don't ball out four seasons man thats all me
Go away
I can see y'all being fake
Now that a n*gga balling
Gotta change my number cause they calling
I need a drink pour me a fifth
Money come to me I do not chase
I need a b*tch ten in the face
Ten in the waist pick up the pace
I'm bout to fly fly fly away
I'm bout to ride in on a wave
You are the same one that was hating
Miss me with that shit must be crazy
I don't need your opinion
Did it on my own I don't need no one
Pointing fingers but you ain't adding up
You talking cheap cause you don't make enough
I don't know why they thing they got shit on me
You ain't did enough yet shouldn't say nothing on me
You ain't finna go a few rounds in the ring man on me
You don't ball out four seasons man thats all me
I wanna fly away
Im going up leaving all of you stuck
Y'all always give me a headache
Tell em get out of my face
I just really need a break
I wanna fly away
I wanna fly away
Ima roll up a few grams
Feeling so high in a trance
Sent her to pick up the bands
Made me do my money dance
Yeah I'm flying away
You been playing I been pulling my weight
Now these n*ggas gotta pick up the pace
Now these n*ggas gotta pick up the pace
I don't know why they thing they got shit on me
You ain't did enough yet shouldn't say nothing on me
You ain't finna go a few rounds in the ring man on me
You don't ball out four seasons man thats all me
Go away
I can see y'all being fake
Now that a n*gga balling
Gotta change my number cause they calling
I need a drink pour me a fifth
Money come to me I do not chase
I need a b*tch ten in the face
Ten in the waist pick up the pace
I'm bout to fly fly fly away
I'm bout to ride in on a wave
You are the same one that was hating
Miss me with that shit must be crazy
I don't need your opinion
Did it on my own I don't need no one
Pointing fingers but you ain't adding up
You talking cheap cause you don't make enough
I don't know why they thing they got shit on me
You ain't did enough yet shouldn't say nothing on me
You ain't finna go a few rounds in the ring man on me
You don't ball out four seasons man thats all me
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Writer(s): Aaron Rosado
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