This is a song about "Sky writing"

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Bang it up, off in the sky

Astrology has obviously it's head in the sky,

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Now i'm falling from the sky

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

And i know that your supply

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Jump for the clouds reach for the sky

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

In the sky but i'm higher

May not change the world

Falling through the sky headfirst