Wings

Album: The Autobiography (2017)
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  • (Wings, wings, wings)
    P, this shit beautiful
    (Spread my wings, wings, wings, spread my wings)
    Just let me think about my life
    (And fly, fly, fly, fly)
    Where I wanna go, where I been
    (Fly, fly, fly)
    Yeah, turn the headphones up

    Take me away from all the drama man, I miss the old days
    With all of these backstabbers I feel like The O'Jays
    I wanna open up my parachute but it's cold playing this
    Role when you never been the type to role play
    There's something about this game and it fucks with you mentally
    Like football players leaving the league with traumatic brain injuries
    And eventually, you'll never be the same as you were
    Then you look back at your life and everything is a blur
    Like did I really turn twenty-three and see a mill before twenty-four?
    Did I really blow it all like a hand grenade in the middle of a civil war?
    Am I still down with the same niggas that I came in with?
    Do they value my friendship?
    Or do they just love the attention?
    Not to mention my girlfriends, what went wrong?
    Did they do me too right?
    Am I the same as the snakes? Is the past coming back to bite?
    Did I waste too many days? Did I fight too many nights?
    Will they love me when I die? Will I ever learn to fly?

    Spread my wings (wings, wings)
    Use my wings (wings, wings)
    Spread my wings (wings, wings)
    And fly (fly, fly, fly)
    Fly
    Fly
    Fly
    Use my wings

    Introduction to Victor, not Vic Mensa
    The one you never meet in a XXL issue
    I got so many issues, I should be my own publisher
    The beat is my therapist, Skateboard, paint the picture
    A portrait of the artist formerly known as Vic
    I read the signs I was close to overdose like Prince
    Picking pill pieces up out of the bathroom sink
    Like an armored truck ridin' the rink
    I'd probably be a vegetable if not for medical attention
    My self destructive habits have me itching like Tyrone Biggums
    In the cyclone of my own addiction
    The voices in my head keep talking, I don't wanna listen
    "You'll never be good enough, nigga, you never was
    Nobody fucking needs you, you should just jump off the bridge
    You hurt everyone around you, you impossible to love
    I don't want you to live, I wish you were fucking dead
    I wish you were never born, we would all be better for it
    I don't love you, I don't like you, like a fucking metaphor
    Fuck everyone song you ever done, you lie to everyone
    And ask them to tell the truth when that's something you never done
    You a fucking embarrassment, how dare you win
    Nigga, you let the devil in
    You're still a drug addict, you're nothing without your medicine
    Go and run to your sedatives, you can't run forever, Vic"
    Climb the tallest building and spread your wings

    Spread my wings (wings, wings)
    Use my wings (wings, wings)
    Use my wings (wings, wings)
    Spread my wings (wings, wings)
    And fly (fly, fly, fly)
    Fly
    Fly
    Fly
    Here's my

    Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
    Falling, falling, falling to the sky
    (The answer to the questions that wings are)
    Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
    Falling, falling, falling to the sky
    (The metaphor for birds is eternal)
    Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
    Falling, falling, falling to the sky
    (Spread my wings, and fly)
    Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
    Falling, falling, falling to the sky
    Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
    Falling, falling, falling to the sky
    Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
    Falling, falling, falling to the sky (spread your wings)
    Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
    Falling, falling, falling to the sky (spread your wings and fly)
    Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
    Falling, falling, falling to the sky
    (Good evening) Writer/s: Malik Yusef, Pharrell L Williams, Saul Stacey Williams, Victor Kwesi Mensah
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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