I'm Holding You

I`m flying {flying} in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase 
 
I`m seein` {seeing} the future , the past, as I lay the present to  
waste 
 
I`m scopin` {scoping} all these feelings I have and hoping for them to  
come true 
	 
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore baby, I`m  
holding you 
 			 
I`m breathing {breathing} the fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of  
oxygen 
	 
I`m climbin {climbing} the walls to where good and evil make amends 
	 
I`m trippin`, {tripping} writhin` and squealin`, pukin` , lookin` for  
someone like you 
		 
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore baby, I`m  
holding you 
 
{JAM}  
 
I`m flying {flying} in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase 
	 
I`m seein` {seeing} the future , the past, as I lay the present to  
waste 
 
I`m scopin` {scoping} all these feelings I have and hoping for them to  
come true 
 
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore baby, I`m  
holding you 
  
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore baby, I`m  
holding you