Paroles:
Curve Fly With The High

tip of my tongue Ready to destroy All in it's path All in it's way because it can It's all out of control It's all from the soul Fly with the high Go with

tip of my tongue Ready to destroy All in it's path All in it's way because it can It's all out of control It's all from the soul Fly with the high Go with

Shoulda though about it Say you learned, I truly doubt it I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love Gettin freaky with the thug

Oeh Oeh I've got the snowboard under my feet I can fly so high, I can fall so deep But who do I see comin' up the track A little green man with the

fly Should call a Mumbai with the bumbaclot It's Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high Banging yacht rock

comes, So up that I couldn't sleep, That's what you do to me The way it felt when I would fly by, On a tire swing so high, Touch a cloud with my bare

hard as a pole. Fucked so many bitches think my dick went gold. I love the stripping bitches, dancing bitches, fat butt hoes. I love the high heeled bitches with

you just look so good , you got my boxers on eheh , Standing in the kitchen looking on the stove nothing but my boxers with high heels on girl you look

of a new dance And everyone of us was made to reflect the light And glorify the most high so bright We got one world 'til its time to fly So it's