I get carried away by the look by the light in your eyes Before I even realize the ride I'm on Baby I'm long gone I get carried away nothin' matters but bein' with you Like a feather flyin' high up in the sky on a windy day I get carried away I don't

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I am riding high If I can touch the sky Say yeah yeah yeah yeah Now I hope it stays and last forever I risk to fall just to know how it feels to fly But wings don't hear me out Don't want to come down

I want to talk to the fellas for a minute I want y'all to know The flyest kinda ho To get wit' In '94, or period She's CrazySexyCool I'ma let y'all know what that be Ha, she's kinda like me

One shot at glory Let me hear the battle cry Calling on the wind Let me see the banners fly Before the storm begins Let me feel the spirits soar Destroy the enemy Striking at the evil core For all the world to see

Gotta get to me, gotta get to me You gotta spread your wings and start flying Like a drop of rain, gotta find the way Don't hit the brakes, just come and crash through my horizon Bring back the air, I need to breathe, baby You gotta get to me The night

Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue And I can see those fighter planes In the howling wind comes a stinging rain See it driving nails Into the souls on the tree of pain From the firefly, a red orange glow See the face of fear Running scared in the valley

Sugar how you get so fly? Got me lifted, driftin' higher than the ceiling Before you play with fire, do think twice Sugar, how you get so fly? But sugar, how you get so fly? Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, hey She got cherry lips, angel eyes

Late nights in the city, causin' hell Burn this bitch into the ground, oh well If all we got tonight, let's do this right Let's do this right Let's go to (paradise) When you right here, I come alive One more hit and we can fly This shit feel like

Do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do And I don't wanna feel the way I do, but I like it And she want me to wife it But I'm undecided Look at all these sparks flying But I'm still indecisive No, I don't say it often And I probably should’ve told

So I'm movin' on That big eight-wheeler rollin' down the track Means your true-lovin' daddy ain't comin' back I'm movin' on, I'll soon be gone You were flyin' too high, for my little old sky That big loud whistle as it blew and blew Said hello to the