Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fly Away, artist - Joelistics. Album song Blue Volume, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Joel Ma
Song language: English
Fly Away |
I used to brush it off like it didn’t matter |
Dark clouds in the sky brother, let 'em gather |
Now it’s all cuts a little deeper and has an effect |
Similar to what it is when glass shatters |
So we drive like Kerouac use to do |
Smoking cigarettes, eating up junk food |
With both windows down and the stereo up |
We lift a coffee cut in the sun |
Leave behind the skyline |
Full of terracotta rooftops in a shitbox town |
Living in us too long |
All these suburbs sing their own proverbs |
And hold a million heart breaks in between the commerce |
And I can see it all for miles around |
I’m getting dizzy from the sight and sound |
At the top of the hill we stop and we chill |
Then boost, take time to get your head out the noose |
You can let a good thing go by |
It might not happen again |
We can go where ever we like |
Sunshine on the window, yeah |
I said let’s get in the car |
Maybe we could drive for days |
Nothing was built to last |
Get loose and fly away |
I used to waste time like I’d live forever |
Always on the hunt to find something better |
Now it all shakes me up and I’m breathless |
It has an effect similar to something like an earth tremor |
The car’s outside and the tank is full |
And to take time off is impractical |
But we leave on a whim to do the damn thing |
Freedom in the air and the wind sings songs |
Of a generation passed and present, the car is headed |
Along the coastline inland, up through the desert |
And we savour all the sights and the sound and moods |
And even eat the meat pies and the road house food |
And you can see what’s up in rear view |
Get pumped up by the look of a clear view |
Out across the vista, kiss the stars in the night |
Brother, what a beautiful sight |
I used to place bets of my sanity |
Caught up in between the dream an the art and the parody |
Tryna figure out if it was meant to be |
For me to work and breed, buy a house and get married in it |
Just to be like they are on TV |
But those dreams never really seemed to fit |
And I’ve been jugglin' and jigglin' every day that I live |
And there’s things that I just can’t fix |
You were always telling me to take better care with it |
Don’t rush a good thing or get scared of it |
Disconnect your telephone for a couple of days |
And hit the highway to watch the scenery change |
Responsibility it ain’t nothing to fun from |
Some wrongs are right, some rights become wrong |
And every now and then when reality slip |
I take five and get away for a bit |