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Lee Rose - Fly Away Lyrics



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Brodie, on my phone, he talk bout let's hop on that drill shit
I'm like hell nah, man I'm tryna really get on that pain shit
I'm outside, I'm wildin' and I'm speaking' for the trenches
Hopping' over fences, totting' on extensions Nigga, moving hot, we pull him out like an
Extension cord Can't wait till I get hot so I can finally
Get my award EBT to BET, they ain't even believe in me
I was begging' Jesus, please, she crossed me like a Jesus piece
Like oh nah, nah, nah I'm outside tryna fly away, ayy
I can't lie, boy, I'm not okay, ayy Shout out to my guys, that's on section eight
I said, something' from nothin, bro, I'm tryna get in my bag now
I can't even lie, like I was tired of goin' downhill
Now I'm bumping Dru Hill, shorty rocking' Tom Hill I can't even lie, bitch, I'm tryna go and get a damn deal
Brodie, on my phone, he talk bout let's hop on that drill shit
I'm like hell nah, man I'm tryna really get on that pain shit
I'm outside, I'm wildin' and I'm speaking' for the trenches
Hopping' over fences, toting' on extensions Nigga, Moving hot, we pull him out like an extension cord
Can't wait till I get hot so I can finally get my award
EBT to BET, they ain't even believe in me I was begging' Jesus, please, she crossed me like a Jesus piece
Like oh nah, nah, nah, nah I'm outside, tryna fly away, ayy
I can't lie, boy, I'm not okay, ayy Shout out to my guys, that's on section eight
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Brodie, on my phone, he talk bout let's hop on that drill shit
I'm like hell nah, man I'm tryna really get on that pain shit
I'm outside, I'm wildin' and I'm speaking' for the trenches
Hopping' over fences, totting' on extensions Nigga, moving hot, we pull him out like an
Extension cord Can't wait till I get hot so I can finally
Get my award EBT to BET, they ain't even believe in me
I was begging' Jesus, please, she crossed me like a Jesus piece
Like oh nah, nah, nah I'm outside tryna fly away, ayy
I can't lie, boy, I'm not okay, ayy Shout out to my guys, that's on section eight
I said, something' from nothin, bro, I'm tryna get in my bag now
I can't even lie, like I was tired of goin' downhill
Now I'm bumping Dru Hill, shorty rocking' Tom Hill I can't even lie, bitch, I'm tryna go and get a damn deal
Brodie, on my phone, he talk bout let's hop on that drill shit
I'm like hell nah, man I'm tryna really get on that pain shit
I'm outside, I'm wildin' and I'm speaking' for the trenches
Hopping' over fences, toting' on extensions Nigga, Moving hot, we pull him out like an extension cord
Can't wait till I get hot so I can finally get my award
EBT to BET, they ain't even believe in me I was begging' Jesus, please, she crossed me like a Jesus piece
Like oh nah, nah, nah, nah I'm outside, tryna fly away, ayy
I can't lie, boy, I'm not okay, ayy Shout out to my guys, that's on section eight
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Writer: Levi Waggeh
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Performed By: Lee Rose
Language: English
Length: 1:50
Written by: Levi Waggeh

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