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Everybody thinks I'm on drugs
I can't tell 'em that the high is called LOVE
You fly me right up to Heaven
And bring me back down to Earth
You fit me

it's a pop fly
Recognition, little boy, yeah, I got mine
All the fake stuff, yeah, you can have it
Playing with me little boy, it's gon' be tragic
Yeah,

Yeah bitch I'm fly like a motherfuckin' cockpit
I'm poppin', hop up in the booth and I'm locked in
I'm all about my green like them hoopers out in Boston

surprise
It flutters she stutters from shock as it flies, awfully high
Up towards the sun in the sky

Calmly she waits in the warm dark space of her mind
For

serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you

Popi for them Loc vibes
In high school, I was sittin' by the coach right
Nowadays how I be ballin', couldn't coach mine
You fly with Bridge
First Class

within our soul… Jahaz!

My run is lit by torches / Powered by the ancient forces / My body’s not to be tight / My body is free to fly high! / It’s inside

Boom Music

Quasimoto

The Unseen

2000

talk

Oh
I get high and start taking out wack niggas
Then fly up into the sky and use my lyrics as a trigger
Always Pull It, let the bullet slide

Rainbow Ride

Charlie Daniels

Million Mile Reflections

1979

time rainbow colors flying by.
Close your eyes and let it happen,
Rising, falling, gently calling you.

Let the evening fly away, while you're

Friday

Raekwon

Immobilarity

1999

to swim now
Aqua green Avias on brim style wild

We walked by eyeing I'm
Shorty ain't looked
He trying to get fly
My niggas ain't dived on him

Kase

been so high
Used to feel in last place, but now I fly by
Dior on my waist, pulled the trigger
He's fried

Woke up gettin' green, had the blues
Had a lot

the mall
I ball like Kobe, better yet Paul Gasol
Nigga already know it's me high, I be fly
I swear that I'm a trouble man like TI
I'll show you how we die if

that bitch
Why you mad I ain't give you stacks?
Why you mad I ain't call you back?
I ain't buy you that, I ain't fly you back
Ho ass nigga, that ain't

high
Career like 4th of July
I'm blowing up I can fly
Bitch I'm rich like Dubai
We be flying so high
Career like 4th of July
I'm blowing up I can fly

were high by 7:25
And by 2:10 it wore off and they were boutta to die
Heard em say I hate being bipolar it's awesome
Monacellis green shirts making

Swag is super high super dope, super fresh
And the way I dress is super fly
But I ain't really come here
To talk about that
I'm just trying to show these

Diary of a San Fernando Sexx Star

Butch Walker

Left of Self-Centered

2002

and a disease or two
And every head turns on cue

When she flies
Like a ballerina babe strung so high
Everybody have you seen her?
But the side that no one

Don’t let these bars go over your head
I set the bar high, limbo for the best
You said it real quiet, now say it with your chest
If you spend time

Wake with a smile on my face
Man in the mirror like damn what a day
I’m high where I stay
High when I wake
Niggas like jay please where’s the plate
2

Or change sides
She don't mind getting flewed out
By a NBA player or footballer
She won't fly economy
So don't even try it
She only come out
The first class

high he can glide down
Never really ever got the message
Till he fucked around and got tied down
Lil bro you fly now
Booting up when you ride round
Fresh

I'm runnin' out of time (Time)
I just want you by my side (Side)
Gettin' high in the candle light
Gettin' high in the candle light
High in the candle

them cookies more fiends
Had a dream at 26, get it by all means
2013 green
Couple O's, couple K's, couple Glocks
Bodies lay, couple yawks

A lot

Thug Luv

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Hip Hop Story [Soundtrack]

2003

to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,