Fly Away (feat. K10)

(Oz swing that lighter)
(Nah the blue one)
(Good Looks)

Put your problems to the side
It's time to get high
Ima teach you how to fly today
Puff, Puff, Puff Pass, then we fly away
Puff, Puff, Puff Pass, then we fly

I been getting high, hope they let me into heaven
Soaring through the sky, like a 757
My brother by side, we're facing and that's a preference
Behind me with the grip like the cover of Lethal Weapon
That's only if they're stepping though, fraternity repping
Otherwise, I'm in my element, just minding my own
With a Spliffy on the left, I keep the right her dome
If I hit it, we protected, call that watching the throne
I don't mean to be subjective, but I'm truly a blessing
Matter fact I keep a treasure chest, a stack of the pressure
Take a trip to Stone Island for a switch of the weather
Shit I'm flyer than the President, just ordered some Pleasures
Feeling good, better than ever, my blunt and bitch
That's a match made in heaven, caught a godly assist
All it take is one zip, then it's time to get lit
Sour diesel in my lungs, while she swallow my kids

Put your problems to the side
It's time to get high
Ima teach you how to fly today
Puff, Puff, Puff Pass, then we fly away
Puff, Puff, Puff Pass, then we fly
Put your problems to the side
It's time to get high
Ima teach you how to fly today
Puff, Puff, Puff Pass, then we fly away
Puff, Puff, Puff Pass, then we fly

Puff, Puff, Puff, I ain't never had to pass it
I'm facing all these L's like I'm tanking for a draft pick
Ya bitch love the foreign, but today I did the classic
Tricks up on the dick, like lil shawty do gymnastics
I been focused on my goals, kicking shit just like I'm Pelle
Remember in the days we would pray just for a pay day
These punchlines hitting, Jackie Chan with the melee
Got Three bad bitches, they gone do whatever we say
I been blunted since the morning giving praise to the most high
She would think I own a Flight Club nigga cause I be so fly
Ion't fuck with these acting ass niggas, where the soap op?
I just pray the Lord that they don't catch ya boy without the four-five
Put your problems to the side, it's time to get high
To keep that shit a buck I keep a dollar worth a dimes
That money stay in sight because it's always on my mind
I kick push like Fiasco, I'm always on the grind

Put your problems to the side
It's time to get high
Ima teach you how to fly today
Puff, Puff, Puff Pass, then we fly away
Puff, Puff, Puff Pass, then we fly
Put your problems to the side
It's time to get high
Ima teach you how to fly today
Puff, Puff, Puff Pass, then we fly away
Puff, Puff, Puff Pass, then we fly

(Then we fly away)
(Then we fly)



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Soto
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