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