I heard you caught wind where I'm goinI should'a guessed that you would've knownI made a promise to never touch thisBut I never promise as made of stoneAnd now my gloves are off againPoor you, poor me, pour out the faith you're investingBaby I gotta flyPoor you, poor me, pour out the faith you're investingBaby I gotta flyOnce I got locked in to the notionThat you were staying I should've knownYou're only reaching when I'm pullingIn a different direction, I gotta goAnd now my gloves are off againPoor you, poor me, pour out the faith you're investingBaby I gotta flyPoor you, poor me, can't pour out the faith you request in meBaby I gotta flyWhether you know it or not I've got to put a stop to thisI'm gonna stop your persistance, OhAnd now my gloves are off againAnd now my gloves are off againPoor you, poor me, pour out the faith you're investingBaby I gotta flyPoor you, poor me, can't pour out the faith you request in meBaby I gotta fly
