Lingo With the Gringo

Higher flier, angel's wings we drive My destination, Happy Ville Money spent on refreshments to cool my temperature A fine wine or two, sweet food for my mind song The coolest music to swing to Jamming out tunes that remind me of you My pockets lined with gold, I sold the old to reflect The new tune on my stereo, blow, flow Tasting sweet dreams caresses me, tried a new style Wow, lost the vibe while I was in denial Took a bad trip, slip, flip, shook my ego I shouldn? t let it get me down son I need to just live a little, play some fun games With sisters with no names, stories told in street lingo Understandable by some friends, I have none Brothers and sisters under the same old sun Naked to the devil's deviants, we show a blind eye We need no one to spoil our adventures of books Marked at chapter one Underlined 'Ravings of Polynesia' Lingo with the Gringo, I? m in Lingo with the Gringo Lingo with the Gringo, I? m in Lingo with the Gringo Lingo with the Gringo, I? m in Lingo with the Gringo Lingo with the Gringo Lingo with the Gringo, I? m in Lingo with the Gringo Lingo with the Gringo, I? m in Lingo with the Gringo Lingo with the Gringo, I? m in Lingo with the Gringo Lingo with the Gringo