You know, I'm not trying to hide a thing
You know, I'm just trying to spread my wings
I think, I just want to fly away
I think, that it's time to fly away
You ain't know fain, you ain't got the brain for it
You ain't in the lane for it looking like some lames
On some fake shit homey I just run it at a hundred
Like you're gonna owe me, flow be on my own shit
Oh shit, whole bitch wetter than the ocean
No tip, you getting the whole dick
No slip, you getting the whole bill
No flip, unless I'm part of the deal
So fill my cup up until its ready to spill
In real life you realize that everybody lies
Right before they die, please god levitate me towards the sky
I don't wanna leave behind at the very least you gotta tell me why
Tell me what it was, what was the point of the fuss or the point of the gun
I'm not anointed, I was, but the drugs beamed me up
I don't wanna fight no more I just wanna find whats more
You know, I'm not trying to hide a thing
You know, I'm just trying to spread my wings
I think, I just want to fly away
I think, that it's time to fly away
What's a 100 percent to a one-percenter?
Like a 100 dollar bill to a real drug dealer
I don't think you get the picture I'm painting
I'm saying some of us ain't built for it but some of us would kill for it
Some of us would still tour when were too
I'll to stand for it boy, you were spoiled rotten
I was brought up in the bottom thats why I want it more than you
I'm exploring every other avenue I hope it covers all the other interviews
Cause I got some other shit to do, hold up, New York soldiers
Roll up, on the low like, baking soda on the floor
I'm a low life Lola you don't got what my wifes got
Besides I don't got time for no side thot
I got a lot of work to do before I gotta slide through
Onto the next so don't slide in my text
I'll check you in person, thats just how it works
So quit trying to purse me
You know, I'm not trying to hide a thing
You know, I'm just trying to spread my wings
I think, I just want to fly away
I think, that it's time to fly away
Fain - Fly Away Lyrics
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You know, I'm not trying to hide a thing
You know, I'm just trying to spread my wings
I think, I just want to fly away
I think, that it's time to fly away
You ain't know fain, you ain't got the brain for it
You ain't in the lane for it looking like some lames
On some fake shit homey I just run it at a hundred
Like you're gonna owe me, flow be on my own shit
Oh shit, whole bitch wetter than the ocean
No tip, you getting the whole dick
No slip, you getting the whole bill
No flip, unless I'm part of the deal
So fill my cup up until its ready to spill
In real life you realize that everybody lies
Right before they die, please god levitate me towards the sky
I don't wanna leave behind at the very least you gotta tell me why
Tell me what it was, what was the point of the fuss or the point of the gun
I'm not anointed, I was, but the drugs beamed me up
I don't wanna fight no more I just wanna find whats more
You know, I'm not trying to hide a thing
You know, I'm just trying to spread my wings
I think, I just want to fly away
I think, that it's time to fly away
What's a 100 percent to a one-percenter?
Like a 100 dollar bill to a real drug dealer
I don't think you get the picture I'm painting
I'm saying some of us ain't built for it but some of us would kill for it
Some of us would still tour when were too
I'll to stand for it boy, you were spoiled rotten
I was brought up in the bottom thats why I want it more than you
I'm exploring every other avenue I hope it covers all the other interviews
Cause I got some other shit to do, hold up, New York soldiers
Roll up, on the low like, baking soda on the floor
I'm a low life Lola you don't got what my wifes got
Besides I don't got time for no side thot
I got a lot of work to do before I gotta slide through
Onto the next so don't slide in my text
I'll check you in person, thats just how it works
So quit trying to purse me
You know, I'm not trying to hide a thing
You know, I'm just trying to spread my wings
I think, I just want to fly away
I think, that it's time to fly away
You know, I'm just trying to spread my wings
I think, I just want to fly away
I think, that it's time to fly away
You ain't know fain, you ain't got the brain for it
You ain't in the lane for it looking like some lames
On some fake shit homey I just run it at a hundred
Like you're gonna owe me, flow be on my own shit
Oh shit, whole bitch wetter than the ocean
No tip, you getting the whole dick
No slip, you getting the whole bill
No flip, unless I'm part of the deal
So fill my cup up until its ready to spill
In real life you realize that everybody lies
Right before they die, please god levitate me towards the sky
I don't wanna leave behind at the very least you gotta tell me why
Tell me what it was, what was the point of the fuss or the point of the gun
I'm not anointed, I was, but the drugs beamed me up
I don't wanna fight no more I just wanna find whats more
You know, I'm not trying to hide a thing
You know, I'm just trying to spread my wings
I think, I just want to fly away
I think, that it's time to fly away
What's a 100 percent to a one-percenter?
Like a 100 dollar bill to a real drug dealer
I don't think you get the picture I'm painting
I'm saying some of us ain't built for it but some of us would kill for it
Some of us would still tour when were too
I'll to stand for it boy, you were spoiled rotten
I was brought up in the bottom thats why I want it more than you
I'm exploring every other avenue I hope it covers all the other interviews
Cause I got some other shit to do, hold up, New York soldiers
Roll up, on the low like, baking soda on the floor
I'm a low life Lola you don't got what my wifes got
Besides I don't got time for no side thot
I got a lot of work to do before I gotta slide through
Onto the next so don't slide in my text
I'll check you in person, thats just how it works
So quit trying to purse me
You know, I'm not trying to hide a thing
You know, I'm just trying to spread my wings
I think, I just want to fly away
I think, that it's time to fly away
Writer: Vincent Sokolowski
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