Fly Away
I told myself id stop worrying
Bout every (every) lil muthafuckin thing! (Thing)
Outcomes!
Incomes
Outcomes
Incomes
It comes!
I told myself id stop letting this lil bitty bitch
Get up under my muthafuckin skin
She comes
Tears run
She ring
Brain dumb
Tear runs
I told myself I'd stand on shit
Even if the ice was toothpick, paper thin
Word bond
Mean sum
Fall short
Get numb
Get rum
You feel me
You'll feel me
Try heal me (Try heal me)
But you the only one that need healing! (Need healing)
I been feeling bright as fuck, ain't no ceilings (No ceilings)
Nigga young and feel like God in the building
Hate to admit, bitch I need face (Right now)
Hate to admit, bitch I need praise (Gospel)
Hate to admit it, all this shit ain't photogenic
Still take the pic though, make bitches wanna fly out
(Come fly away, yeah baby come fly away with me) (Ooh)
Meanwhile these niggas still Hollywood
Meanwhile these niggas still Hollywood
Meanwhile these niggas still (huh)
Bitches still (huh)
Caught up in they self like they can't feel what's real
False light
Moths to the flame like get yo soul right
Most niggas flaw
Can't save they soul
Bout every (every) lil muthafuckin thing! (Thing)
Outcomes!
Incomes
Outcomes
Incomes
It comes!
I told myself id stop letting this lil bitty bitch
Get up under my muthafuckin skin
She comes
Tears run
She ring
Brain dumb
Tear runs
I told myself I'd stand on shit
Even if the ice was toothpick, paper thin
Word bond
Mean sum
Fall short
Get numb
Get rum
You feel me
You'll feel me
Try heal me (Try heal me)
But you the only one that need healing! (Need healing)
I been feeling bright as fuck, ain't no ceilings (No ceilings)
Nigga young and feel like God in the building
Hate to admit, bitch I need face (Right now)
Hate to admit, bitch I need praise (Gospel)
Hate to admit it, all this shit ain't photogenic
Still take the pic though, make bitches wanna fly out
(Come fly away, yeah baby come fly away with me) (Ooh)
Meanwhile these niggas still Hollywood
Meanwhile these niggas still Hollywood
Meanwhile these niggas still (huh)
Bitches still (huh)
Caught up in they self like they can't feel what's real
False light
Moths to the flame like get yo soul right
Most niggas flaw
Can't save they soul
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