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fly away Video (MV)




Performed By: Ben Orlin
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Benjamin Orlin




Ben Orlin - fly away Lyrics
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I ain't a shooter no my dawgs handle that
Call me a looter takin money with these tracks
Been around some shit but I can't cap
My game is music it ain't trappin
Wanna fly away some place
But I can't ever get to my own space
Yeah yeah
Now I said I ain't a shooter and that's facts
Don't get it twisted I got my homies backs
If it comes to that I'm aiming for his cap
Cus I'm a ride or die yeah never question that
My dawgs movin forward never turning back
When we see you slacking pack your bags you ain't bouncing back
Ball boy re-rack so I can splash from deep back like is it
Reggie Miller someone even sicker Thriller
MJ but not with Pippen flippin
I'm spittin picture how I'm fittin
All these visions in rhythm schism
Mind split like an inhibition
Can't make up my mind on the right decision
Heart skips a beat dropping these compositions
Can't tell if I'm fighting my intuition yeah
I ain't a shooter no my dawgs handle that
Call me a looter takin money with these tracks
Been around some shit but I can't cap
My game is music it ain't trappin
Wanna fly away some place
But I can't ever get to my own space (own place)
Yeah yeah
I bet you can't
Without your writers you can't even stand
Don't stand a chance the man with no plan
Cash-in for fashion to ice out your hand
Where be the longevity don't understand
How you be so fake but be stackin these bands
Makin me question these really your fans
Or are they a wagon the way that they band
Ain't no way you gonna stay for much longer than a day
Only reason that you eatin cus I haven't served my plate
I be sippin I be drippin buzzin off the Bombay
You be slippin I can't listen to the songs that you make
Got the wrong type of 8th I don't want that f*ckin shake
The door is over there you in the wrong f*ckin place
I will make you contemplate who is on the list of greats
One verse change the game like I'm Z to the Jay
I ain't a shooter no my dawgs handle that (handle that)
Call me a looter takin money with these tracks
Been around some shit but I can't cap (I can't cap)
My game is music it ain't trappin
Wanna fly away some place (fly away some place)
But I can't ever get to my own space
Yeah yeah (get to my own space)
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I ain't a shooter no my dawgs handle that
Call me a looter takin money with these tracks
Been around some shit but I can't cap
My game is music it ain't trappin
Wanna fly away some place
But I can't ever get to my own space
Yeah yeah
Now I said I ain't a shooter and that's facts
Don't get it twisted I got my homies backs
If it comes to that I'm aiming for his cap
Cus I'm a ride or die yeah never question that
My dawgs movin forward never turning back
When we see you slacking pack your bags you ain't bouncing back
Ball boy re-rack so I can splash from deep back like is it
Reggie Miller someone even sicker Thriller
MJ but not with Pippen flippin
I'm spittin picture how I'm fittin
All these visions in rhythm schism
Mind split like an inhibition
Can't make up my mind on the right decision
Heart skips a beat dropping these compositions
Can't tell if I'm fighting my intuition yeah
I ain't a shooter no my dawgs handle that
Call me a looter takin money with these tracks
Been around some shit but I can't cap
My game is music it ain't trappin
Wanna fly away some place
But I can't ever get to my own space (own place)
Yeah yeah
I bet you can't
Without your writers you can't even stand
Don't stand a chance the man with no plan
Cash-in for fashion to ice out your hand
Where be the longevity don't understand
How you be so fake but be stackin these bands
Makin me question these really your fans
Or are they a wagon the way that they band
Ain't no way you gonna stay for much longer than a day
Only reason that you eatin cus I haven't served my plate
I be sippin I be drippin buzzin off the Bombay
You be slippin I can't listen to the songs that you make
Got the wrong type of 8th I don't want that f*ckin shake
The door is over there you in the wrong f*ckin place
I will make you contemplate who is on the list of greats
One verse change the game like I'm Z to the Jay
I ain't a shooter no my dawgs handle that (handle that)
Call me a looter takin money with these tracks
Been around some shit but I can't cap (I can't cap)
My game is music it ain't trappin
Wanna fly away some place (fly away some place)
But I can't ever get to my own space
Yeah yeah (get to my own space)
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Writer: Benjamin Orlin
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