Coming from the vine
Grapes of your harvest
Dirty feet press good wine
It all ages with time
Coming from your mind
Reminds me of mine
Not one the sharpest
Waiting in line for
Honey drips from the sky
Shows you I cannot tell a lie
A golden haze over your eye
Shows you what am I
Coming from your head
Is what can be the hardest
Hell comes before heaven
Honey drips from the sky
I told you I cannot tell a lie
A golden haze over your eye
Learn from the best before you die