Flying High by Ben Bostick

Feels like I’m flying
Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, I know
That I’m caught in a web, I might be dead
I really can’t care less, this shit feels so good

If the world was on fire
The world was on fire
I would still be flying high

May I never leave
This reality
Farewell agony
My cheeks are dry
There’s no gravity
In heaven’s galaxy
I pray forever I’ll
Be flying high

Feels like I’m flying

The hourglass is empty
No there’s no sand in there at all
Turn it over again, over again
Over and over, nothing there to fall

If the world was on fire
The world was on fire
The whole world was on fire
I would still be flying high

CHORUS

Feels like I’m flying

No, no, yeah, I know, I know, I know
No, no, yeah, I know, I know, I know
I know there’s no gravity at all
I know there’s no heavy heart at all
I know I’m flying
Forever I’ll be flying high

May I never leave
This sweet reality
Bye bye bye, misery
My cheeks are dry
There’s no tragedy
In heaven’s fantasy
I think forever I’ll
Be flying high

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• Country
• Dilla
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• trippy
• Atlanta