Uploaded November 2013 | Updated September 2026, 6 days ago

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Timeflies, turkeys don't.
Lyrics to Timeflies freestyle about Thankgiving, remix of Sugar Ray's Fly. Cal has a sick freestyle and Rez kills it with this beat.

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Lyrics:
I see you turkeys tryna fly.
Uh, you tryna fly?

Listen, aye.
See what it is
What it isn't
I'm about to take you
For a freestyle on Thanksgiving
Get some 30 racks
Gon' put 'em in the trunk
Meet me in the basement
We getting' high school drunk
If ya feel that
You know what it is
People make an ass outta themselves
These drunk relatives
And if you want it
I can smash the beat whole
I can eat it down slow
Like this green bean casserole
Wobbly dee, wobbly dee, wah
Gobble dee, gobble dee, gah
If you gon' get on my brain
I never stop-a dee stop
You feel that
Yeah, As far as you take me
Put it on everything
Talkin' 'bout gravy
If you wanna heat it up
Turnin' up the stove-a
'Cause I'm about to make me
Some damn leftovers
Yeah, aye.
Whatchu gonna say?
We gon' party
like it's motha fuckin' Turkey Day
Come on.

I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby
I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby

Fly
Rez now go and bring it back
I done eat so much turkey
I had to go and take a nap
'Cause you know I hate the feelin'
While Chillin' with the fam
I got my feet up
Now that's a tryptophan
And if ya feelin' that
I'm chillin' like a boss
Pass over that cranberry sauce
If ya feelin', Imma never get so high
Eat it all night
Talkin' that pumpkin pie
Whatchu feelin'
You know it, You see it
I kill 'em
I don't hang with your friend
'Cause they all fuckin' Pilgrims
And if you want that, yeah
You know I stubble
Last year's Thanksgiving
Was the butt fumble
Well, hey.
And if you know that they down
You can chill out with me
I'll be in the chaise lounge
Like, yeah
Now that's me
That's what you got
And I aint never stop
I say...

I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby
I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby

You see I freestyle like it's nothin'
While I put it in like stuffin'
And if you want it in the oven
I can make you some turducken
If you want it, they gon' line up
Like this shit was my way
Linin' up for miles
Like we out on Black Friday
And if you want that
Yeah, I can kill it whole
Family, see you soon
In that God damn turkey bowl
Stack on stacks on stacks, yeah
Imma make a killin'
God damn I can't wait for Thanksgiving!
Come on.

I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby
I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby

I just wanna fly
I just wanna fly