spittin' and cursin' Everybody quiet listin' to the sermon Record Exec's dress like Romans Pierce in my side, I'm goin through convulsions Starin' straight to a jet
chess match, I'm in a death trap I'm tryin' to find out where the eggs in the nest at I'm one blood when the sky turns jet black No love in the world
mad at They just wanna ball dippin in your swag bag Girl the way you look would make a nigga think that Your a real angel I wonder where your wings
Wings in the morning and license to fly Straight to the portals of never more die Never more pain in them old aching bones Wings in the morning to carry
But it was said right, I was dead nice And I'm dead wrong, but you'll die dead right This red ice, chicken wings red rice But baby girl, go get ya wet
and just zone Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter Music was loud and it was crowded Barbecued wings
? Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black? Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back On my lap, in the jet to Miami
up, let's live it up, let's live it up Around the block in a hot balloon Sounds awfully good to me Or a seat on the wing of a jumbo jet Flying straight
been a legend to God New thing, dumb thing, even last year's thing Headbang, not even a nod I've been left-wing, secure-wing, lost stripes, gained winged
them scream, what ever happened to the teenage dream? the curfew comesat the crack of night the sad old wino aches to dissapate the fright the jet jump
heard of a pig with a name like Meridian Leeward, that's my name I fly around the sky in a big jet plane I'm a flash ace pilot Got my name on the wing
tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb "I'm a jumbo jet With a brand new set Of passengers and bags and crew I'll spread my wings
Greatness has eluded me I'd still miss the world And I would have regrets Were I to pirouette inside a metal jet And I am not prepared To sprout a pair of wings
Yeah, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast Ah, but there she goes, my friend, though she's rollin' out at last Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing
Death to engines in the air Chaos take the human wing Death to jet and turbo prop Death to stick and death to string Ruin the fuselage Destruction to
look really burnt Sick of George Bush that republican fat ass Always talking war and tax cuts for the upper class Sick of Bill O'Reilly and his spin free zone All right wing
fine and she flying I feel I?m flying by 'cause my mind?s on cloud nine And in her mind and at the same time Pimps see the wings on the underground king
were bare Bells on her fingers and toes Music in the air She crossed the floor Like a shadow on a summer's night The hair was black as jet Her skin