Fly Again
There is that one thing, That I always think about
When will I get the stage and crowd, I always dream about
Where am I slacking, what have I been missing out
What do you need, a nice face with a sexy pout
Why aren't the people, listening to music that I put out
Is it that bad, should I just pack my bag and move out?
I am frustrated, why haven't I been talked about
All this hardwork and these mumble bumbles bagging out
I am an artist, and it breaks me to see my stats
a 100 views or less, how will I sign my cheques
The struggle is real, hats off to all my brothers
I know the work you put in, going through all that trouble
I got no money, to pay to a record label
I work with stuff I have,my laptop and my table
I write my own lyrics, record it in my room
Mix and master all my stuff, cause I cant pay for a tune
But I won't stop at this, I will grind day and night
untill I make it big, until my. career takes a flight
I don't say I write the best, spit the shit, fuck the rest
But I still make sense, sound better than these mumble chaps
I have faith in me, faith in the work I do
I cry every night, but mum doesn't have a clue
I wanna earn a name, and make my mumma proud
but I feel helpless, my knees are on the ground
I wanna fly, I wanna fly again
I wanna fly, I wanna fly again
I wanna fly, I wanna fly again
I wanna fly, I wanna fly again
I wanna fly, I wanna fly again
I wanna fly, I wanna fly again
When will I get the stage and crowd, I always dream about
Where am I slacking, what have I been missing out
What do you need, a nice face with a sexy pout
Why aren't the people, listening to music that I put out
Is it that bad, should I just pack my bag and move out?
I am frustrated, why haven't I been talked about
All this hardwork and these mumble bumbles bagging out
I am an artist, and it breaks me to see my stats
a 100 views or less, how will I sign my cheques
The struggle is real, hats off to all my brothers
I know the work you put in, going through all that trouble
I got no money, to pay to a record label
I work with stuff I have,my laptop and my table
I write my own lyrics, record it in my room
Mix and master all my stuff, cause I cant pay for a tune
But I won't stop at this, I will grind day and night
untill I make it big, until my. career takes a flight
I don't say I write the best, spit the shit, fuck the rest
But I still make sense, sound better than these mumble chaps
I have faith in me, faith in the work I do
I cry every night, but mum doesn't have a clue
I wanna earn a name, and make my mumma proud
but I feel helpless, my knees are on the ground
I wanna fly, I wanna fly again
I wanna fly, I wanna fly again
I wanna fly, I wanna fly again
I wanna fly, I wanna fly again
I wanna fly, I wanna fly again
I wanna fly, I wanna fly again
Credits
Writer(s): Avi Thapa
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