Tekster:
Fly Anna Fly

left some food wrapped up in a plastic bag on the kitchen table way too long i sat down to eat next to the bag i was too tired to throw it out i saw

fly, angels fly And she told us how she could fly And she said, no need for goodbyes For we'd see her there in the sky Where angels fly, angels fly Angels fly

remember me love can never die Love lets the life break through now love will help me too Open my arms and let him fly It's not [Incomprehensible] it's not goodbye Someday you'll fly

already tried all that I'm gonna let him fly Oh, I'm gonna let him fly, fly Oh, I'm gonna let him fly, fly I'm gonna let him fly

she won't let me fly away she won't let me fly away she won't let me fly away she won't let me fly away she won't let me fly away

'm on the bike doin' wheelies in a mansion A lot of bad bitches on the pole dancin' Gucci bag just to put the coke cans in (Hey, yo, Anna, hey yo Anna

no" Anna It's like this, Anna This is a message to my homegirl, Miss Anna You're so fly, Anna I can't let nobody desecrate my Anna I'm not your man, Anna

who would fight to the death cross over but he who that would live better fly," And over the line stepped a hundred and seventy-nine Hi! Up! Santa Anna

and mo' dreams to tell A North Memphis monster, targetin' the cheddar Ain't no Anna on my chest, it ain't no blood on my sweater Better beware the stares of them youngsters watchin' Bullets do fly