Fall Through Glass

Though I fall through glass

I am higher than ever

I'm reaching the sky

And I'm holding on

Stop pop shake an ass to this

Now special edition of a fretboard checklist

Living by the funk 'cause they said I stunk

Who laughs now, oh, then she gotta be dunky dunk

Surry is a slide, with an afro beehive

People running hot when Doug is alive

Music's the master, who rocked the ghetto blaster

Though I fall through glass

I am higher than ever

I'm reaching the sky

And I'm holding on

Dirty little mother gonna rock it on the floor

With a beat like this she couldn't ask for more

Got one booty round from a dog pound

Comin' back from the task of a touchdown

And groovin' I was steaming now I'm southbound

Little risk of my fears of a hill town

Like I said I'm just here to lay a verse down

Though I fall through glass

I am higher than ever

I'm reaching the sky

And I'm holding on

I am always looking for this

Something but I'm finding nothing

When shall we be released partner

Catch this so I get down mother

Though I fall through glass

I am higher than ever

I'm reaching the sky

And I'm holding on