I make you laugh And you make me cry I believe it's time for me to fly [Refrain:] Time for me to fly Oh, I've got to set myself free Time for me to fly
Momma Shouts to Big Gill, Every dollar he invest Some niggas talk about, Clef write it on the check [Chorus x2: Fes Taylor] I'm a piano gangsta, I'm
Why are you all looking at so cold? All I ever ?. I guess I will be seeing no open ? Don't you see they have a problem with me Chorus It's all ..guy
tired of being alone There's nothing left for me to do So I gotta get the first plane home I gotta get the first plane home I gotta wing wing [unverified] fly
invece tu sorridi a me E vorrei ma e inutile e tardi lo so che di la ti aspettano ma non correre e stupido ti pensero ovunque io saro MA ORA TU VOLA PIANO
got a bitch who rolls a rag-top Benz Long ends, I got a bitch who's broke as a bum But she's the most fun I got a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don
his back to the wall Stars in his eyes and a basketball Yeah, down in the streets you either do or ya die But he's bound and determined to fly Have
be no bargin' in and there'll be no dissin', dissin' Gettin' back to my mission Break out the whipped cream and the cherries Then I go through all the fly
Yo, now how it feel? Yo [Verse 1 - Talib Kweli] It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel Khalil brought the fly shit, I brought the hood appeal Notes from the piano
d rather pull a mac on you Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packin [Kanye West] It's on I'm packin weight like Nina Simone piano flow It's like a Michelangelo
I'm lacing this track I attack with anger Lure you into my tent and scream "Rebenga!" Now watch the blood spit as you die Sparks fly, when real killers
Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day long Black Wall Mafias, Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos Niggas
s feeding on in the possible She blushes as I kept splashing her compliments Polite thank yous is all around she crush the mints Developments, smooth keys from the piano
Livin' in my dreamworld, mem'ries of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here (I love 'em) Livin' in my dreamworld
Livin' in my dreamworld, memories of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here I love 'em Livin' in my dreamworld
don't scrub that kitchen floor you ain't gonna rock'n roll no more (Yakety yak don't talk back) Just finish cleaing up your room let's see that dust fly
piano Girls flock and guys hop on the other jock I'm in a two door, with bass comin' through your block Sound kicks, I got the fly broads in the mix
