higher flier angel s wings we drive my destination happy ville money spent on refreshments to cool my temperature a fine wine or two sweet food for my mind song the coolest music to swing to jamming out tunes that remind me of you my pockets lined with gold i sold the old to reflect the new tune on my stereo blow flow tasting sweet dreams caresses me tried a new style wow lost the vibe while i was in denial took a bad trip slip flip shook my ego i shouldnt let it get me down son i need to just live a little play some fun games with sisters with no names stories told in street lingo understandable by some friends i have none brothers and sisters under the same old sun naked to the devil s deviants we show a blind eye we need no one to spoil our adventures of books marked at chapter one underlined ravings of polynesia lingo with the gringo im in lingo with the gringo lingo with the gringo im in lingo with the gringo lingo with the gringo im in lingo with the gringo lingo with the gringo lingo with the gringo im in lingo with the gringo lingo with the gringo im in lingo with the gringo lingo with the gringo im in lingo with the gringo lingo with the gringo
['nz pop', 'pop rock']