I’m flying
On my roman commander
Cutting air cuts my face
And whose skin is this
And whose neighborhood?
Where’s my Ma?
Where are my sisters?
Where’s my Pa?
Where’s my baby!
I’m flying
On my roman commander
Just like that night when we snuck out
And lay by the creek so sweet for hours
For hours in poison ivy
Now I’ve got that itch
Ive got it back
And it feels, it feels so good to burn it
In scalding water or with reckless cycling
I’m flying
On my roman commander
I’m flying to see you
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