Fly Away Remix
T.I. · Other Songs - T.I.
It's been too long I cannot wait,
can't hold me back gonna make it on my own some day,
I will go into my dreams and fly away,
I will go into my dreams and fly away.
[T.I.]Observing the estate through the gate from the outside looking in
Bet you would think I got it made, better look again
I got buttler, got a maid, and a mansion
The belief is that I'm living out a millionaires fantasy
With pantoms and ferrari's in the driveway
But you see the pain and the change of the same man's
Your vision jaded by the grammy's on the mantelpiece
Just switch your camera lenses you would see the agony
Apparantly it's damaging the man you see before you
On the canvas he may seem alright but all the diasadvantages his family
Encounters overpowers his extravagance
Walk in my? I dare you
While it really seem like the kings life aint glamourous
As seen through the eyes of untrained amateurs
Because the camera's don't see beyond the walls of the smiles
Only counts until it falls in the pile
[Chorus]It's been too long I cannot wait,
can't hold me back gonna make it on my own some day,
I will go into my dreams and fly away,
I will go into my dreams and fly away.
[EMINEM]My friends can't understand this new me,
That's understandable man, but think how bananas you'd be,
You'd be an animal too, if you were trapped in this
fame and caged in it like a zoo.
And everybody's lookin' at you, what you want me to do,
I'm startin' to live like a recluse and the truth is,
Fame startin' to give me an excuse, to be at a all time low.
I sit alone in my home theatre, watchin' the same damn DVD,
Of the first tour, the last tour, he was still alive.
And it hurt sore, fast forward, sleepin' pills'll make me feel alright.
And if I'm still awake in the middle of the night,
I just take a couple more, yeah you're motherfuckin' right,
I ain't slowin' down for no one, I am almost homeward bound.
Almost in a coma, yeah homie come on, dole em out,
Daddy, don't you die on me, daddy, better hold your ground.
Fuck, don't I know the sound of that voice,
Yeah baby hold me down.
[Chorus]It's been too long I cannot wait,
can't hold me back gonna make it on my own some day,
I will go into my dreams and fly away,
I will go into my dreams and fly away.
Who is it the gun spitter young home run hitter?
More hit you with a flow like biggie.
Can hit this rap shit out the park like griffy.
I meet my guns out at the park come get me.
The desert eagles make a nigger move like missy I'm
always in a Bentley how the fuck could you miss me
I'm always on the charts I know why you nigger diss
me cause black wall street gettin deeper then the 60's
them boys in the hood will lay you down like ricky
so run or catch them hollow tips like a Frisbee I pinch
cocaine like frank lucas nigger talk that American
gansta shit but can't do it I put these wack rap nigger
in a scope and blawo cause I promised the homie cam
I would hold his brother down I'm more focused now
I'm like the golden child,
Put both your hands out and I'll let you hold my style.
[Chorus]
Fly Away Remix
T.I. has long been a defining voice in Southern hip-hop, known for his sharp lyricism and ability to adapt to shifting musical landscapes. This remix of "Fly Away" showcases his capacity to reframe a track, offering a fresh perspective on the original recording. Throughout his extensive discography, the Atlanta rapper has consistently delivered hits that blend street narratives with melodic sensibilities. While his catalog includes landmark albums like Trap Muzik, this particular remix stands as a testament to his enduring versatility. The track reflects the dynamic nature of his work, where collaboration and reinterpretation often yield new sonic textures. Fans of his broader body of work will recognize the signature flow and production choices that have cemented his status as a staple in the genre.