This is a song about "Chechen wings"

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

They say he the key to my blessings

Music getting you up,like you got wings

My mood swings - "it rings or wings" or "silently settle in morose"

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Cry, because inside, god didn't give them their wings to fly,

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

You fags wear #jeremy #scott #wings, fly sneakers on

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

You lied down sore and booed i am up pale and blue i ain't got no wings but still i forever flue

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered

Im on acid trips it looks like vultures and there wings are flapping

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing