Fly
In the spring, she burned all her money
Dingaling! And the bees burned their honey
And I thought that I heard the flap of a wing
Then the sun went down
And everybody got high
And the chance we took
Made my insides fly
If you think you can tell me a story
If you did, I think it would bore me
Cuz I'm old, and I'm smart, and I know everything
Hey, what's the matter?
Is it bad that I'm badder? Huh
If you take your map and you burn it
Take a lake, then jump in cuz you've earned
And I thought that I felt a bit of a sting
Then the sun went down
And everybody got high
And the chance we took
Made my insides fly
Writer/s: Scotty Houston
