This is a song about "On the wings of love"

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

I do it for the love of the show, i show it cause i love it

There's never ever silence on the streets, understand the love,

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

With some white dust from wings i crushed back in the knack/ and a rack of spices i pour on top/

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

With dorhinge (door-hinge), which swings 'n' flings, correlating to the physics of wings,

Jodi was an example of pure love here on earth,

We gotta get back to what really matters

"i love you" he said on top of the balcony floor

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

And that's why i won't trip, 'cause i'm relying on my wings

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings