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t-rell - fly away lyrics

[intro]
[?] made this
young suave on the track

[verse 1: t+rell]
gotta stop lettin’ emotions control me
gotta stop lettin’ opinons control me
gotta stop bein’ afraid to be lonely
gotta stop thinkin’ everybody my homie
gotta stop tellin’ everybody my business
got flossed to and god is my witness
gotta stop and take time for some healin’, in every startin’ to finish
stop rushin’ and take my time with it
recognise that these glasses come [?]
man, i’m so addicted to winnin’
i’m so addicted to winnin’
[chorus: t+rell]
i wish i could fly (i wish i could fly)
wouldn’t any of these people stop me?
thank god first for allowin’ me
thank еverybody that’s doubtin’ me, i wish i could
i wish i could fly away from herе
would you stop bein’ a come+up, watch how fast you come up
start bein’ more humble, not everyone is for you

[verse 2: t+rell]
gotta stop bein’ the past of some scissors
stop talkin’ sometimes and just listen
stop bein’ so over+defensive, shut up and stick to the mission
keep trustin’ my own intuition
gotta slow down and learn to be patient
get money, forget bein’ famous (they only around ’cause i made it)
or maybe don’t know how i lie in my sleep
you can’t rip out my heart and never replace it
i done been through so mindful sh+t in my life
so much pain i can bury to sleep through the night
people takin’ advantage, not treatin’ me right
so much pain, i just wish i could fly

[chorus: t+rell]
i wish i could fly (i wish i could fly)
wouldn’t any of these people stop me?
thank god first for allowin’ me
thank everybody that’s doubtin’ me, i wish i could
i wish i could fly away from here
would you stop bein’ a come+up, watch how fast you come up
start bein’ more humble, not everyone is for you
[verse 3: jackboy]
paper chase and fast lane, i came up quick up on my come+up
and i know these n+ggas hatin’
so i’m not puttin’ none of my guns up
i’m runnin’ up them racks, i’m in the field tryin’ not to fumble
got these n+ggas cl!ckin’ up, talkin’ ’bout me in they huddle, ayy
diamonds in the roof, but my stones still shinin’
[?] no sleep up in the mornin’, i’m still grindin’
made it through hard times and didn’t know ’round it
i can make my own rap, don’t care who hirin’
pull up on an opp block, then i go to firin’
tryna pop a n+gga top, i swear i’m never fightin’
n+ggas ain’t real, h+ll nah, i cannot rock with them
clutchin’ on my steel, f+ck you n+ggas, i rather be with him

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