| I want to
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| Fly away with you
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| Escape the negative
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| I’m just tryna live
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| I want to
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| Fly away with you
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| Escape the negative
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| I’m just tryna live
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| So girl come on, let's fly
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| Girl come on, let's fly
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| Girl come on, let's fly away yeah
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| So girl come on, let's fly
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| Girl come on, let's fly
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| Girl come on, let's fly away yeah
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| My life is a fuse of a time on
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| On a bridge where the tide calm flo snap vivid like the
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| Nikon
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| Been cold but the vibe warm
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| Keep it locked like a vise arm
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| They got her twisted like a coat arm, heart somethin'
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| froze like a snow storm
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| Tote bag match the throat charm
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| She from the land of the sand where they flex so subtle
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| And her drink mint muddled left home and her man and the
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| game that he play for the sand and
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| The shade she parade, union square in her shades
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| She like, why you do that
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| Niggas be deceptive
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| Young, pretty restless
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| Long as the check is addressed to her residence,
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| she self heal therapy
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| She retail on clearance, think she shoppin' for clarity
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| Reap what she sow for the dividend, knowin' time is the
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| medicine coppin' the wristwatch cartier
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| With the bezzle on her credit demandin' hers where it's do
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| Swear she
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| She so sadistic, defensive, pessimistic, reclusive, she too
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| lit independent
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| She too quick to dismiss courtship, concerned with mileage
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| she pile up as the ‘bout ends, she
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| Throws the towel in
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| She clutch a half full chalice sip youth from fountains,
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| check her rap sheet, she maneuver
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| Mountains, I
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| I want to
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| Fly away with you
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| Escape the negative
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| I’m just tryna live
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| I want to
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| Fly away with you
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| Escape the negative
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| I’m just tryna live
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| So girl come on, let's fly
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| Girl come on, let's fly
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| Girl come on, let's fly away yeah
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| So girl come on, let's fly
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| Girl come on, let's fly
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| Girl come on, let's fly away yeah
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| She let the thumbnail distract me from the bigger picture
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| Losing sanity to misplaced feelings
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| Real shit kept deep in her make-up bristles
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| Hotline bling, she sent a thousand pictures
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| I just dreamt I sold a million tickets
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| I’m way too focused on this image lately
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| My mind is racing million miles a minutes
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| No time to slide, I guess I'm bad with distance,
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| I never text you back lately, my thoughts is
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| Drifting
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| A round of shots to keep up all from losing who we are,
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| we products of a generations where we
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| Swipin' left across the interfaces
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| Out my mind I tend to be evasive
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| All alone, that's what the money made us
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| So girl come on, let's fly
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| Girl come on, let's fly
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| Girl come on, let's fly away yeah
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| So girl come on, let's fly
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| Girl come on, let's fly
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| Girl come on, let's fly away yeah
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| Oh babe, oh baby
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh yeah yeah yeah
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| I want you
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| To myself now
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| Let’s take a minute, girl
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| Let’s a minute, girl
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| I want to
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| Fly away
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| What do you say, hey
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| What do you say, yeah
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| What do you say now, darlin'
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| Let’s fly away
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| Let fly away now, darlin'
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| Let’s fly away
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| What do you say
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| Let’s fly away |