Testo Flyin - Chris Webby feat. Dizzy Wright
Testo della canzone Flyin (Chris Webby feat. Dizzy Wright), tratta dall'album Wednesday Before Last
I feel like I'm flying
Spread my wings and leave that ground
Yeah, I feel like I'm flying
Don't worry 'bout a thing 'till I come down
Yeah, I feel like I'm flying
Up and away
Do what I like because fuck what they say
My GPS froze, I'm stuck in my ways
I double down and throw my money in brave
I'm ballin' so hard I wake up in my J's
So go get the cameras to cover my plays
The only way's up so it's up where I stay
With this bud that's so strong I'll be buzzin' for days
Chronic the color of Baby Yoda
When I crack the joint, you feelin' faded, don't ya?
Yeah, we take a, takе a, take a, takin' over
Get it crackin' baby, gеt the bakin' soda
Hit the motor and we in the stratosphere
Chunk up a deuce and we outta here
Until we see UFOs out up here
As I whip that Millennium Falcon clear
Where the black holes and the comets
Just blast forward with the rockets
Higher than Falcor
Once upon a time in this never ending story
I'ma get to the last page if it stops there
When the crash comes like a stock share
Because that's life and it's not fair
But 'till then I'm on Con Air
I feel like I'm flying
Spread my wings and leave that ground
Yeah, I feel like I'm flying
Don't worry 'bout a thing 'till I come down
Yeah, I feel like I'm flying
Spread my wings and leave that ground
Yeah, I feel like I'm flying
Don't worry 'bout a thing 'till I come down
I'm not worried about it until I'm landing (gone)
I'm takin' off to another planet (gone)
Fucked up but I didn't panic
Not an amateur, we gon' pay for the damage
Better act like you been here before, goddammit
Don't piss on my thousand dollar linen
Watchin' out for the snakes on the plane
Similar to when Samuel L. Jackson did it
Private jets, private livin'
Business manager to manage spendin'
I can tell you ain't built to be independent
If you learn from your L's then I know you get it
I guess it's too much on my plate again
In the 702, city sinnin'
I'm hittin' the kitty, no kiddin'
Don't play about mine, I'ma take care of business
They tellin' me don't be a menace
With all the funerals I attended
When I was stuck in place, I would pivot
I'm makin' sure that my story get written
I gotta be here for a reason, they just keep retreatin'
I was flyin' high to another region
Turbulence got me heavy breathin'
Winter's here for a winter season
I feel like I'm flying
Spread my wings and leave that ground
Yeah, I feel like I'm flying
Don't worry 'bout a thing 'till I come down
Yeah, I feel like I'm flying
Spread my wings and leave that ground
Yeah, I feel like I'm flying
Don't worry 'bout a thing 'till I come down
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Webster, Dizzy Wright, Brian Joseph Eisner, Jake Procanik, Pallma Crouch
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