Gangrene Fly Brothers (feat. Jim Morrison)
Fly brothers, there’s no need to stay on the ground
Fly brothers, there’s no need to stay on the ground
Better soon as ready to sip go get a cup
Standing on the edge of the cliff ready to jump
Stitch a wagon avoidin’ panels a murkin’ in it
Tinted windows don’t mean nothin’, I put a curtain in
it
California sun, everybody surfin’ in it
Pull up a doobie with orange, yellow and purple in it
Maintain through the two payin’ groups, the cruise
gang, deuce
No book shelves, just book shelves and shit stained
boots
And steppin’ through the sewage peoples face killers
black and blue is
Strappin’ on tropical house the avenue is
Mishuganah, smoke hookah underneath the room for the
sukah
Play around with my pain, get filed like a grouper
I’ve got a fancy dance for the winter
Take off your pants in advance for beginners
Mickey Love is great as f..ck, what you heard about it?
All they want is an autograph and a shirt about it
No conversational drama, no, not a word about it
Stuff a rabbit inside a hat and pull a bird up out it
Fly brothers, there’s no need to stay on my …
Fly brothers, there’s no need to stay on the ground
I grab your propeller and start to spin it
Fill out your umbrella, my rain is now spillin’
While you sit on the house like Snoopy against the
villains
I get cold as the cold breeze passing, walk and feel it
Is double G on top of the buildin’, open the ceiling
What y’all need to do is go fly away like ill chillin’
There’s no way you could stop the plan
I strap an engine on your back, call it rocket man
And all this flyin’ is a magget in a can or a paper
plane
Y’all gettin’ nowhere when it’s just a game
A bunch of chickens runnin’ tryna spread their wings
After I’m done I tell ‘em brizz go ‘head and do your
thing
Fly baby, fly
Fly brothers, there’s no need to stay on the ground
Fly brothers, there’s no need to stay on the ground
Fly!
Fly!
