I will fly away disappear into air I will fly away disappear into air I was there in my dream you came closer and I moved away I feel so bad after a night
place R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A To places close to home,far away L.A.,New
silent fears But on that winter's day - you swept them all away These were the times when I longed for the river And I closed my eyes and yo laid your
baby. I got to fly away. I got to fly away. Gonna close my eyes and I will fly away. You believe it now, fly away. I'm goin' to the sun, to fly away.
on ya, I just called to let ya know, You need to keep the K up on ya Chop up all these credit cards Career is all that laid up on ya Skeet skeet, Move
later, everybody seventeen But everything changed since Kim left the scene Now her laid back man moving c*** You want a k***, you gotta meet him at the back
Never Do It Like I Did It, Its A Mother Fuckin Pimp Thing. [Chorus: Slim] Laid Back, In The Lac, Grippin The Grain, As Im Cruisin The Streets. (Stop Layin Back
dress is bringing it all back to me And we are closer than whores Caught up in a roundabout No need to run away The pig was snuffed and laid We saw this
[Intro: Bizzy] Cause I would ride for you, and I would fly for you I'm right beside you, 'side you, 'side you I will ride for you, and I will fly for
spent My whole life with one man Behind that school we found romance We laid in the dirt and took off our shirts While the lucky ones would fly away
One time, wait to take a nigga through the system I ain't got time to play, I hit the globe on roam I'm still home a million miles away And I grind
on to love too tight It'll crumble and crack If you hold on to love too loosely It'll fly away and won't come back Love has a mind of it's own It'll
fly with her to the Yukon Gonna melt my soul on ice, then get away Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Yo people, here I am, here I am, what? Laid back in
characters I Stay away from those who embellish the truth and LIE I'm kickin the same shit you been used to since Funkdafied Let your mind escape, you laid away back
Liz Claiborne Ghost had the fly Gucci mocks wit no socks on Seen Deion Sanders in the back with the fat fur on Workin' dem hoes with the fly Wu shirts
the gun out the fryin' pan Into the fire, transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack An' 'A Streetcar Named Desire', who got my back? In the line of fire holdin' back
cry, well we need to try, get off the line, time to fly. Oh, the summertime. Go on ahead and let it fade away. No looking back you know the past
