3 acessos
I`m flying {flying} in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
I`m seein` {seeing} the future , the past, as I lay the present to
waste
I`m scopin` {scoping} all these feelings I have and hoping for them to
come true
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore baby, I`m
holding you
I`m breathing {breathing} the fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of
oxygen
I`m climbin {climbing} the walls to where good and evil make amends
I`m trippin`, {tripping} writhin` and squealin`, pukin` , lookin` for
someone like you
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore baby, I`m
holding you
{JAM}
I`m flying {flying} in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
I`m seein` {seeing} the future , the past, as I lay the present to
waste
I`m scopin` {scoping} all these feelings I have and hoping for them to
come true
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore baby, I`m
holding you
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore baby, I`m
holding you