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FLY AWAY
Hip-Hop/Rap
FLY AWAY was released on January 10, 2025 by Bench Mob Records as a part of the album FLY AWAY - Single
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Release DateJanuary 10, 2025
LabelBench Mob Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fiorious
Fiorious
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Wayne Fiore
William Wayne Fiore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
yung L!NK
yung L!NK
Producer
KUZ
KUZ
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Sit around I'm tryna find my place
But I'm planning for a great escape
My whole life has been a masquerade
They want me to put the mask away
Got no chance to stay
Rapping way longer then 10 days
Get suspended to the sky today
Let me fly away
Let me fly away
Fly away
Fade to grey I'm dead
Torn apart from existential dread
Talk from lesser men so doubt is creeping through my head
Losing friends
So off of the booze and meds
I don't notice clues that keep me from the zen
Keep pretending everything is fine
Do the most with every line
Either take it to the face or try to make a rhyme
I'm all that Amanda Bynes
You gone see the phantom rise
From the grave where they buried my soul
Ain't a phase, I'm insane, getting scary I know
That's how the merry go
Round and keep it very slow
Ride it like she been a pro
In a state of comatose the flow is cruising like the wind
Blowing out the door and it shows, that I don't give a shit
Out here with my clique and I'm just counting up my sins I'm kinda drowsy so I rinse my mouth with 40 thousand spliffs
Probably think it's sounding sick
Pounds of wicked drugs I'm off
I got chalk I'm drawing on the board I'm bored of all the talk
Sit around I'm tryna find my place
But I'm planning for a great escape
My whole life has been a masquerade
They want me to put the mask away
Got no chance to stay
Rapping way longer then 10 days
Get suspended to the sky today
Let me fly away
Let me fly away
Fly away
Out here with my clique and I'm just counting up my sins I'm kinda drowsy so I rinse my mouth with 40 thousand spliffs
Probably think it's sounding sick
Pounds of wicked drugs I'm off
I got chalk I'm drawing on the board I'm bored of all the talk
Written by: William Wayne Fiore
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