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• Written by MartyBars
Devil done gone and cut my wings
Lord help me please
Devil done gone and cut my wings
I can't fly And I can't find, what I been looking for?
I lost my wings where the fuck did they go?
Now my cup getting low
And this weed burning slow
And I been trying float
Off this shit that I wrote
I been tryna make a dolla outta seventy four
Cents what I meant cause I can't pay the rent
Parents getting pissed cause the time that I spent
High but I'm low
And my mind on the floor
Ponder any longer leave my mind on the floor
Literally
Write this literacy
Make a paper plane outta pen and a beat
Grab the zen and a sheet, and I'm ready to eat
I'm ready to fly
Jumped out the tree like I'm ready to die
I'm BIG in his prime
Minus some slanging
Minus the wings and
A halo
I'm willing to bet that that they know
That I may blow any day, yo!
This straight flow
But these ain't wings
This is just pain
These ain't wings it's just pain
Though I lost them fuckers long ago I maintain
Did the devil cut my wings or was it myself
Why this pocket knife hiding up on the shelf
seeming like the heat crankin up in this hell
Danking up you could smell
Hangin up on the cell
What the fuck I'm doing, was my girl that just called
Seeming like I bailed on all of my dawgs
Can't fly you should run, can't run you should walk,
Can't walk you should crawl, that applies to us all!
Said the devil done gone and cut my wings
Cause he lost his, then he stumbled cross me
Offered piece of mind, so why this troubling me
Never thought I could fly, never thought I would try
Never found a happy place money could buy
I'm reaching heights and taking flights
My pants sagging, and I'm jet lagging
Never rode a plane so how this happen?
Snakes don't fly pigs don't fly
So when these coppers die you know they ain't gon' fly
Dang he flow tight, dang he so right
So why he always bitching bout his dang ole life
I got problems homie
And I don't see you with a calculator
Do the fucking math, and maybe I might catch you later
Or not
Bout to take a flight out to paradise
or not
We was all born with wings
We was all born with dreams
When we fall we ignore the stings
If we can't fly then we run,
If we can't run then we walk
If we can't walk then we crawl
Make them mountain tops seem small
And that applies to us all
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MartyBars
Member since April 24 2013