Lyrical Breakdown of Up Up And Away - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how lil wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Up Up And Away" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Up Up And Away Up Up And Away Up Up And Away I'm about to go up up and away Dick in your mouth Fuck what you say You sweet as pie a muffin and cake Dick in her mouth, I'm fucking her face shit Live for the night, sleep in the day Ya high as fuck, sleep it away I am a dog, you should keep in the gate Pussy, hm, how sweet is the taste? Gun to ya head, what ya peep gonna say Weezy bitch, I'm deep in the space Floating away like a leaf in the lake I'm gone like delete and erase Talk that shit, I walk that shit Pills, weed, all that shit, if a bitch is bad I'm a call that bitch Get pussy, ass, all that shit Hm, what they talking about I go hard they soft as a couch I'm running them in and walking them out Cars so cold I park in the house Flows so raw, this beat is pregnant Flow so tight, it's yeast infected Kill 'em all when they least expect it Money talk, Lisa Leslie, YMCMB connection Rappers is what I eat for breakfast Running up in my sheets is sexy If she ain't fucking she can exit Gun tucked in the waist I buss in ya face I ain't got nothing to say But up up and away Up up and away, up up and away Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days Up up and away, up up and away Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days Weezy, where ya going? Up You're going a little bit too far (Haha) Ain't this a bitch, I just saw my bitch kiss a bitch You're lucky I don't kill yo ass But you can still get pistol whipped Sharper than a pencil tip Bitch don't even twitch ya lip 40 cal with the extended clip Ain't gon be no incident Skinny jeans, red vans Skully on, money long Her mouth is like my house so I guess you can say I'm coming home You're wylin out, then were riding out, now your hiding out, honeycombe I'm laughing to the bank like I just broke my fucking funny bone What's really good I'm on pills smoking that Eyes so high I look blind But athe stove on my waist cook fine I be a nigga that took lives? A nigga that'll take it outside A nigga that'll take it to your crib Take the baby out the crib and rape the housewives I'm gon get so wasted they gon have to carry me out this bitch I took over this rap shit, these rappers are just hostages Let's cut to the chase My bitch know I glide and glace? But I ain't got nothing to say But up up and away Up up and away, up up and away Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days Up up and away, up up and away Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days Weezy, where ya going? You're going a little bit too far Up up and away, up up and away Up up and away, up up and away Up up and away, up up and away Fuck with a nigga, if you fuck with a nigga Fuck with me, good luck to the nigga Straps on deck so fuck that nigga Leave you looking like lightening struck that nigga Stacks on deck, I'm rich as shit I'm calling my bitch the shit Walking 'round on my fucking shit I done did everything on my bucket list Fuck that shit, I'm superbad I don't give a hoover damn My I son all these niggas, they should have a stupid tan Ha, President Carter, vote for Lil Wayne Sit yo 5 dollar ass down, 'fore I make change I'm pumping ya brakes I'm jumping the gates And I ain't got nothing to say But up up and away Weezy, where ya going? You're going a little bit too far Up up and away, up up and away Up up and away, up up and away Up up and away, up up and away