| Wings, wings, wings
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| Yeah, P, this shit beautiful
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| Wings, wings, wings
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| Spread my wings, wings, wings
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| Just let me think about my life
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| And fly, fly
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| Where I wanna go, and where I been
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| Fly, fly, use my wings
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| Turn the headphones up
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| Take me away from all the drama man, I miss the old days
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| With all of these backstabbers I feel like The O’Jays
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| I wanna open up my parachute but it’s cold
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| Playing this role when you never been the type to role play
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| There’s something about this game and it fucks with you mentally
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| Like football players leaving the league with traumatic brain injury
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| And eventually, you’ll never be the same as you were
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| Then you look back at your life and everything is a blur
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| Like did I really turn 23 and see a mill before 24?
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| Did I really blow it all like a hand grenade in the middle of a civil war?
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| Am I still down with the same niggas that I came in with?
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| Do they value my friendship? |
| Or do they just love the attention?
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| Not to mention my girlfriends, what went wrong? |
| Did they do me too right?
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| Am I the same as the snakes? |
| Is the past coming back to bite?
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| Did I waste too many days? |
| Did I fight too many nights?
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| Will they love me when I die? |
| Will I ever learn to fly?
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| Spread my wings (wings, wings)
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| Use my wings (wings, wings)
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| Spread my wings (wings, wings)
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| And fly, fly
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| Fly, fly
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| Here’s my wings
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| Introduction to Victor, not Vic Mensa
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| The one you never meet in a XXL issue
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| I got so many issues, I should be my own publisher
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| The beat is my therapist, Skateboard, paint the picture (yessir!)
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| A portrait of the artist formerly known as Vic
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| I read the signs I was close to overdose like Prince
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| Picking pill pieces up out of the bathroom sink
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| Like an armored truck ride in the brink
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| I’d probably be a vegetable if not for medical attention
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| My self-destructive habits have me itching like Tyrone Biggums
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| In the cyclone of my own addiction
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| The voices in my head keep talking, I don’t wanna listen
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| «You'll never be good enough, nigga, you never was
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| Nobody fucking needs you, you should just jump off the bridge
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| You hurt everyone around you, you impossible to love
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| I don’t want you to live, I wish you were fucking dead
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| I wish you were never born, we would all be better for it
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| I don’t love you, I don’t like you like a fucking metaphor
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| Fuck everyone song you ever done, you lie to everyone
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| And ask them to tell the truth when that’s something you never done
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| You’re a fucking embarrassment, how dare you win, nigga, you let the devil in
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| You’re still a drug addict, you’re nothing without your medicine
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| Go and run to your sedatives, you can’t run forever, Vic»
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| Climb the tallest building and spread your wings
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| Spread my wings (wings, wings)
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| Wings (wings, wings)
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| Use my wings (wings, wings)
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| Spread my wings (wings, wings)
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| And fly, fly
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| Fly, fly
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| Here’s my
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| Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
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| Falling, falling, falling to the sky
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| (The answer to the questions that wings are)
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| Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
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| Falling, falling, falling to the sky
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| (The metaphor for birds is eternal)
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| Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
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| Falling, falling, falling to the sky
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| (Spread my wings, and fly)
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| Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
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| Falling, falling, falling to the sky (fly)
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| Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
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| Falling, falling, falling to the sky (let's go)
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| Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
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| Falling, falling, falling to the sky (spread your wings)
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| Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
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| Falling, falling, falling to the sky (spread your wings and fly)
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| Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
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| Falling, falling, falling to the sky (good evening) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wings , by - Victor Kwesi Mensah. Song from the album The Autobiography, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп