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