Lyrics:
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
fly away like caterpillars
So if you don't know by now then you should probably get familiar
My, my leather jacket, thriller
There sure ain't nothin'
Remember the time when situation be calling
Testing my patience and it feels like am falling
Look now we riding
We flying we fly away
Remember
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (that's my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now
My
cocked
A Santana rock
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up
co-log- nuh directly into de duo-deenum of de unsuspecting victim! now he gone see if he immune to it by e
A dab hisseff!
(singing)
Flies all green an'
the sequel
But the stressing depression on my mind frame is too lethal
So I’ll fly away and soar the space like an eagle
Being social trying I’m still learning
into space
Okay so lemme fly away to a world
Where I made it and turned
All my dreams to reality, feedin' my family
It seems with a rapid increase in my
the fear of becoming you to get me though college
So don't die, far away, don't die yet
I just smoke
Don't die, don't die yet, far away things take
the runway
Devil telling me to run away
But my feet standing on a rock boy I'm here to stay
Spraying truth till I die like an AK
I was made to fly, clear
niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same
I'd make it past the sky
But now that's it's gloomy like how you do me look how you do me
I wish I was a bird I would fly fly away
Cuz you said through
ain't that you sellin', it's your karma
Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large and haven't grown
Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper gone
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
bitch, pay rent
Pay rent
Ayy, ayy, we just get high and we fly away (Southside finest)
Ayy, ayy, in my spaceship got no time to waste (Toni)
762 in
Floating away, can't fly
Caught in a car and I can't get out
I can't explain, can't drive
I can't drive
John Belushi, Lady Day close by
Joe the Lion
perfume
Turnt at every party, my cut on Steve Harvey
Tryna MC and be fly call me Marty
Was hardly ever tardy, we showed up like a army
A lot of love
a fly girl (fly girl)
By the way, she used to be my girl (my girl)
But now she's a floozie and got a, kid with an uzi
And the question I asked her was
intrusive thoughts they got me feeling like Steve-O
I fuck three bitches, a trio
I'll never get caught up, I'm never gon' piss for a PO
Fly like Rio
Ice cold
chance
Watching grown men cry
Like the blip
Half ya family
Can go for a trip
In time and space
Galaxies away
Catch me ravaging
Like I'm rocket
Fly out
I'm just living in the moment homie learning on the fly
Leave a trail of art in the sky to be remembered by
Cause the music live forever so that way
never be the same
Never caught lackin caught slipping
Never caught off guard or by surprise
Lost souls in the ghetto many done strayed away
In this
Kom ikväll
Put blessings on me
Jag pull up i din block baby säg ingenting
Allt som vi gör vi kan göra film
I ikväll du kommer take my life away
Kom
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