She said spread your wings my little butterfly And we don't let let nobody bring us down No matter what you say it won't hurt me Don't matter if I fall from the sky These wings are made to fly Don't let let what they say keep you up at night Your words don't

Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've been hit by flying lead You'd better close

Ashes fly ashes burn The sun is black ain't no return Over and over ain't no need to learn It's all dust on dust It's all you and me Out done completely out played Just shovel some more dirt on the grave The choices you make and the choices that are When

Oh me, oh me, oh my I just shut the club down, I ain't even try If you not fuckin' with us Test us and I guarantee we let let it fly I always tell the truth, boy, I ain't gotta lie If you ain't fuckin' with us, don't come to our side See them rollin' with

No we can't go home like this Say you wanna leave, wanna leave When the bed's half-made and the light's blown out We can build our fate over hollow ground Open up the cage, let the birds fly out Like, like, like, like 'Cause we can't go home like this

Just like I told you, if I'm lyin' then I'm flyin' I can't let let these niggas knock me off my pivot God sat me down and talked to me, I listened I was in that cell, he told me that I’m gifted I don't make it in the booth, then I'ma make it in the kitchen

They said release 'Remote Control' But we didn't want it on the label They said, "Fly to Amsterdam" The people laughed but the press went mad Ooh ooh ooh someone's really smart Ooh ooh ooh complete control, that's a laugh On the last tour my mates

You only need a roof when it's raining You only need a fire when it's cold You only need a drink when the whiskey Is the only thing that you have left to hold Sun comes up and goes back down And falling feels like flying till you hit the ground Say the

Fly, fighting fair Brothers, heroes, foes Killing machine, thunder in the sky B-17, flying home Killing machine Said goodbye to the cross he deserved It's the code of the air From down below one enemy’s spotted So hurry up, rearm and refuel

We'll find a way Let Let me be the one who shines with you I dream of you and all the things you say I wonder where you are now? Slide in baby together we'll fly Now that you're mine Of chasing the sun