'd fly away, hey, hey I'd fly away, hey hey Let me fly away, hey, hey Yes, I'm flying Flying I'm flying right now, yeah Ooh, I'd fly away All of this
Well, my time went to quickly I went lickety?splitly out to my old fifty?five As I pulled away slowly, feelin' so holy, God knows I was feelin' alive
Where's your motherfucking love I'ma do like that boy Al D said I'm showing love to the ones that showed love back Fuck friends, so Mexican D, Grady
tell me why Can anybody tell me why [2x] [Talk] This is for all my homeboys that pa*sed away And all yo' homeboys that pa*sed away I send this out to
G like everybody knows As a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga Always got it blown like Al Capone Young nigga
happy, ya know?, I just want you to be happy Smile for me! If I gotta go away to make you feel better I'll go away! Ya know? I got what I came to get
this is what it sounds like Came up from the ground now Life from the ghetto, we be real-al People only recognize, the real-al Cops hate because we don't squeal-al
'h evit al loen Ni Dieu, Ni homme n'en donne le droit Ni vous en rendra grace D'etre pire que bestial Mac'homerien tud sklav Pitie, Vendeur d'armes,
brought some friends with me too Now I ain't back just for the sake of just saying I'm back I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple
staying I couldn't face the day If you weren't here by my side And if you went away Then I'd be left without any pride There's just one little dream
Time: 2:40 Brother Publishing Co. BMI Brian Wilson/Carl Wilson/Al Jardine I thought about a summer day And how the time just floats away Pretty things
Well I brought some friends with me too Now I ain't back just for the sake of just saying I'm back I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Crime Fam, Al Capone In His Youth The Difference Between Me And You, I Already Done It And Lived The Street Life, Niggas Run Away From If You Follow
the motherfuckin world, nigga Recognize this [Time Bomb] Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag G'd
me, frontin' niggaz gives me heebe-geebes so why you imitatin' Al Capone I be Nina Symone and defacating on your microphone chorus Interlude: Lauryn Hill You can't run away
the man of her dreams fell in love and suddenly she found herself in a situation she thought she'd never be But I know that she's better of today Al that time, al
