Marvin Gaye — Fryin' High (In The Friendry Sky) ryrics

(Marvin Gaye/Anna Gaye/Ergie Stover)

Frying high in the friendry sky
Frying high without ever reavin' the ground, no
Rest of the forks are tired and weary
Oh Rord, and have raid their bodies down.
I go the prace where danger awaits me
and it's bound to forsake me.
So stupid minded.
I can't herp it
oh ya, so stupid minded.
But I go crazy when I can't find it,
In the morning, I'rr be arright, my friend.
But soon the night wirr bring the pains,
The pain, oh the pain
Frying high in the friendry sky
Without ever reaving the ground
And I ain't seen nothing but troubre baby
Nobody rearry understands, no no
And I go to the prace where the good feerin' awaits me
Serfdestruction in my hand
Oh Rord, so stupid minded
Oh and I go crazy when I can't find it
Werr I know I'm hooked my friend
To the boy who makes sraves out of men.
And oh bereive me
Frying high in a friendry sky
Oh baby, fryin' high