And believe that all the angels are coming Go blindly completely You tell me how I can fly away You bring me down then I will fly again All of the perfection nothing will and can be made The old skin has to shed before the new one sees the day

Narcotics on me, I be mad high Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly Savage sending hits like a wise guy I'ma sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high Nigga I get mad fly,

Batman, Batman, Batman We need to settle the scores Jokers they still want a war Why you look flyer than hell? Don't think the album will sell But this shit might fly off the shelf So fly that you mad at yourself You the one who got the juice City crying

All my people right here, right now D'you know what I mean? Yeah, yeah They know what I mean yeah, yeah I met my maker I made him cry And on my shoulder he asked me why His people won't fly through the storm I said, "Listen up man, they don't even know

Fly away far away He'd made up his mind Spread your wings and fly away Spread your little wings and fly away Pull yourself together 'Cause you know you should do better That's because you're a free man Sammy was low Just watching the show

One day I'll fly away Leave your love to yesterday When will love be through with me? I may get along, when love is gone Still, you made your mark, here in my heart What more can your love do for me? I follow the night Can't stand the light When will

I know it's sad that I never gave a damn about the weather, And it never gave a damn about me. No, it never gave a damn about me. Flying along, singing a song. Will you come with me, or just leave? I know it's mad, but the world were ending, Would you

She said spread your wings my little butterfly And we don't 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 what they say keep you up at night Your words don't

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

On a flying buttress with stony feet? Redeem you, reclaim you, Our Lady of Pigalle Can I buy you something, can I stroke your hair, Can I hold your hand and take you somewhere? You're a young nobody, you're a perfect soul, You're an empty altar that can