Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne Got to get up for the coming

'Cause you're the only one that's taking me home Can't wait to get in my zone Who said we got to go slow Turn down the lights, and watch my private show You got a ticket for all To get high, we got to get low Because this is your private show We're

Andrew's a star fighter pilot He can get high in his jet Tells me about all his women He can get any I'll bet He knows all the girls in the world He's better than James Kirk or Tweeky I cradle his picture at night You know I'll think of you Your picture

On the blessed hellride Oh, you can never get too low when you're so damn high Oh, been out rolling, on the blessed hellride You can never get too low when you're so damn high, Break me down and roll me once again Got no time to think of now and then

Sweet iced tea tippin' Pink shoulder strap slippin' Hot afternoon drippin' Honeysuckle lazy That hummingbird sippin' We out here day trippin' I'm gettin' high gettin' sugar from my baby (Honeysuckle lazy) It don't get no better than this, no

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Girl my love's gonna last, just as long as my high Yeah, I like to dedicate this record right here to my main man Johnny Cash, a real American gangster I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the

And I got all the drugs in the world that you need We get high to pass time but bitch I ain't no fiend I got money on my mind, I be stacking my green Shawty said she like my style, I be dripping with ease Please don't send me naked pictures, I don't like

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Man I run this rap shit Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls R.I.P. to Tupac Nigga roll that good shit You wanna dance lets dance nigga I'll take you to da prom I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm Nigga

And I thank my god Go 1, 2, 3, 4, Yeah yeah you gotta Stand tall and cut away the ties Drop Balls and hold that head up high The world is fast and youth ain't gonna wait So grab a hold before it gets to late Bare your soul and strip away the cold