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Flyin'

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Flyin' was released on September 6, 2004 by XL Recordings as a part of the album Showtime

Song Details

Release DateSeptember 6, 2004

LabelXL Recordings

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM80

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Dylan Mills

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dylan Mills

Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah

What up, ay, what are ya this week?

He thinks he's rough, he's always got a screw-face

He's stush and he thinks he's heavy

I've heard, I've heard it all man

It's the same thing, I'd say it's the same shit

I can't believe it, I'm just being me

I work, I'm not doing this 'cause I got the money or 'cause I'm famous

You know what I face, I mean everywhere

You can say I'm too rude, you can say I think I'm heavy

You can say I think I'm all that, I've heard it all already

You can say I think I'm rough, you can say you can't wait

'Til the day you meet me face to face and swear to set me straight

You can say I sideswipe, you can say I'm overrated

You can slag me off to every female I've ever dated

You can say I'm kinda meek, you can say I'm just a prick

Just say you what you want and what you will but say it quick

'Cause I'm flyin', I ain't got time

You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine?

You got so much to say about my grime

You must be up there, I see you up there

'Cause I'm flyin', I ain't got time

You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine?

You got so much to say about my grime

You must be up there, I see you up there, yeah

You could say I'm arrogant, you should probably say I'm vain

You can say my head swole' since I see a little fame

You can say I left the hood, my success was a mistake

You can see I'm under pressure, you can say I'm bound to break

You could never say I'm fake, 'cause I always keep it real

You can say, "So what?" I can say, "So chill"

You can say I'm too cheeky, you can say, I make you sick

Just say what you want and what you will but say it quick

I'm flyin', I ain't got time

You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine?

You got so much to say about my grime

You must be up there, I see you up there

'Cause I'm flyin', I ain't got time

You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine?

You got so much to say about my grime

You must be up there, I see you up there

Fellas acting bitchy lately quite unsurprisingly

They would love to cut my face but they just cock their eyes at me

Like little ladies would you wish you could express yourself

But violent silences from ya, stops ya so keep your feelings stealth

And wondering if I'm gonna laugh, I'm saying don't worry

I weren't invited here, I ain't leavin' in a hurry

So any preconceptions that you've got of me, forget 'em

Please don't let 'em confuse you, I'm gully

And rude and blatant, no time, in a hurry, impatient

Don't make no more inquiries, fuck you is my only statement

The only answer I'm about to give you

Fuck you and whoever came with you

Fuck them and anybody related, fuck if I get me frustrated

'Cause I ain't the type to hype and rare

I'ma hope I scare 'em, make 'em fear me

I'm pretty certain you're not near me, there's no need for that

I'm taking time, away from the prick and prick and grime, serious grime

Leave the microphone alone, strap and spray some verses with the nine

I'm flyin', I ain't got time

You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine?

You got so much to say about my grime

You must be up there, I see you up there

'Cause I'm flyin', I ain't got time

You must makin' moves, why you watchin' mine?

You got so much to say about my grime

You must be up there, I see you up there, yeah

Rasket, won't change for no one, ever

I'm me, I've been me

Dapper, jacker, rapper, whatever

I don't play, I swear to you

Written by: Dalton Mills, Dylan Mills

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