Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fly Away, artist - Boosie Badazz. Album song Lil Boosie Badazz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.08.2017
Record label: Southside
Song language: English
Fly Away |
| Sometimes I wish I could fly |
| So many wish they could ball |
| So many names on the wall |
| Too many gangstas on the yard |
| Probably the realest shit I ever wrote |
| Sometimes I wanna fly away from all this money madness |
| But I think about it, how many people wish they fuckin' had it |
| Imma be all the way one hundred, miss my fuckin' daddy |
| Miss my nigga right now, josin', making commissary |
| We pack the mortuary, this life is dark and scary |
| You can’t trust too many, gotta know who against me |
| I take shots of Henny, man, I need a break |
| I’m two steps away from clickin' 40 minutes straight |
| I make the real relate, real music gave back to the hood |
| So tell me this (nigga), how could you hate? |
| Slander me in the news. |
| Press conference around my crews |
| Many nights I wanted to fly away and give my kids my dues |
| I know some niggas in the booth, wish they had ten thousand dollars |
| Know some niggas up in jail, wish they woulda been a scholar |
| Model citizen, you trippin' if you ain’t feeling it |
| Everybody go through roller coaster rides |
| I miss my granny, I ain’t lying |
| Sometimes I wish I could fly |
| So many wish they could ball |
| So many names on the wall |
| Too many gangstas on the yard |
| Probably the realest shit I ever wrote |
| Damn, that nigga wanna ball like me |
| Diabetes, enemies, you want it all like me |
| Where people take your words and twist it |
| On parole, still pissin' |
| Mad, wishin' somebody’d make some more real ass niggas |
| Nobody showing love. |
| This how we growing up |
| Don’t know if we gonna see tomorrow, this why we showing up |
| Better do something if you wanna ball |
| Yeah we do something, my niggas on call |
| Just looked at a picture of six niggas. |
| Only two of us now |
| Your honor, I’ve been doing right. |
| I don’t want no trouble |
| P.O. |
| I just wanna feed my family. |
| I just wanna travel |
| I know you tired of goin' to college, but don’t wanna tell daddy |
| Got a vision, but your vision come up a different alley |
| Of yes sir’s and no sir’s |
| As a child I wanted to fly away from junkies, Budweiser’s, lies and cuss words |
| Got in them streets and I realized |
| No matter how good you gonna still die |
| Tears come to my eye for Bleek and Ivy |
| So many niggas cross the wall |
| Wish they could ball again |
| Homicide, momma cryin', they got her son again |
| Hurt the whole family, ripped they pride away |
| Little sister wanna fly away |
| Sometimes I wish I could fly |
| So many wish they could ball |
| So many names on the wall |
| Too many gangstas on the yard |
| Probably the realest shit I ever wrote |
| Can’t forget my niggas who, they gave a life sentence to |
| Lil Joe, Dan, Mike Fleet and Moo, my penitentiary crew |
| I know you wanna fly away sometimes. |
| That shit be hittin' you |
| Convicted as a killer, but don’t let your mind be convicted too |
| The police killing niggas. |
| Niggas playin' it south |
| Damn, that nigga killin' now. |
| He’s a fuckin' cause |
| Shit, put my name on the wall with them wall niggas |
| The two new Craigs, both hit with the flame, yeah ya’ll niggas |
| Fly away, God help me. |
| Luvah just lost his nephew |
| Still a young nigga, I left he was seven |
| Mookie still cryin' tears and it hurt my heart |
| Make you wanna fly away, when they murk ya boy |
| I know your pain lil' momma. |
| You want the Hollywood lifestyle |
| The lights, but it’s hard, cuz your from Alabama |
| Hurtin' inside, but smiling for the camera |
| Shit, so much pressure you feel like giving up |
| Sometimes I wish I could fly |
| So many wish they could ball |
| So many names on the wall |
| Too many gangstas on the yard |
| Probably the realest shit I ever wrote |