Biz Taylor - Fly Away (Intro)

Let me fly
I've been tryna go away
Give me wings
I been tryna fly away far away
Gimme love
There's too much I could give away
Tryna feed my dogs
While they try to separate
I got four riders
Don't make no problems
Hustle stay modest
Don't trust what they promise
I stay smiling like I'm Bubba Wallace
You're your own product
Focus and charge up
NASCAR driving
Dirt tryna surround me
See through lies
I hustle and stay honest
Been through downs
My soul made out of diamonds
More hate around me
Makes me more polished
(Fuck 'em I ain't gonna do what they tell me
Nah, we ain't speaking same language
You not God, you didn't made me
Gimme love gimme all gimme everything)
Gimme that bag
I got that bank on me
Homies depend on me
I don't got to spend on me
Lost my belief let it rain on me
Concrete heart making major things
Came from below I don't overthink
Do this for love not for diamond rings
Wanna be free lemme spread my wings
Sold that dope to finance my dreams
Lost it all now I'm going all in
My momma sick I do this for her
My father sick I do this for him
Love 'em both tryna extend their years
Give 'em all I don't got no fears
I'm in control I see shit clear
When I'm in zone I don't appear
You can hate it or love it
Just know that what I say is true I keep it a hunnid
My life is complex full of layers like onion
On my path for abundance, all of a sudden
They asking for help I ain't giving ya'll nothing
Came up from bottom reaching my stardom
Appreciate me while I'm here
Cuz while I'm here I'm gonna run it
I ain't got no ego I got pride fuck a job
I've been tryna live my life and stay in tune with my God
I can feel it deep inside burning up like candlelight
I've been tryna reimburse go so high like satellite
Pick and I choose between the stars
Taking that journey no matter how far
On the way up you find who you are
Finding yourself was a mission from start
Never care what they say
Risk it don't play safe
Gas pedal never break
This a marathon not a race
Let me fly
I've been tryna go away
Give me wings
I been tryna fly away far away
Gimme love
There's too much I could give away
Tryna feed my dogs
While they try to separate
I got four riders
Don't make no problems
Hustle stay modest
Don't trust what they promise
I stay smiling
Like I'm Bubba Wallace
You your own product
Focus and charge up

Written by:
Biz Taylor

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