Though I fall through glass
I am higher than ever
I’m reaching the sky
And I’m holding on Stop pop shake an ass to this
Special edition of a fretboard checklist
Living by the funk
Cause they said I stunk
Who laughs now
Oh then she gotta bedunkydunk
Surry is a slide
With an afro beehive
People running hot
When Doug is alive
Music’s the master
Who rocked the ghetto blaster
Though I fall through glass
I am higher than ever
I’m reaching the sky
And I’m holding on Dirty little mother gonna rock it on the floor
With a beat like this she couldn’t ask for more
Got one booty round from a dog pound
Comin' back from the task of a touchdown
And groovin' I was steaming
Now I’m southbound
Little risk of my fears of a hill town
Like I said I’m just here to lay a verse down
Though I fall through glass
I am higher than ever
I’m reaching the sky
And I’m holding on I am always looking for this
Something but I’m finding nothing
When shall we be released partner
Catch this so I get down mother
Though I fall through glass
I am higher than ever
I’m reaching the sky
And I’m holding on