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I been high all week, can't find the floor, yeah I just spent four racks on nothing, dawg, yeah I don't mind if I hear 'em talk down They ain't really fucking with me and they know now Up in paradise, homie (Yeah), this is our town, yeah (Ayy) I just ordered pizza with a diva and she rolling all my weed up You can try and see her, but she into the weak shit 85 beat kicks and I still leave 'em seasick Sneeze, bitch, I'm so blessed with this shit I'm the best with this shit 'til my death in this bitch We sold out, probably leave 'em deaf in this bitch Come correct in this bitch, when I sketch you should dip, yeah I been on the road like I'm running from the law Gave 'em lil' time but now I'm coming for you all Hugh Rack probably bring a missile to your door Just for thinking shit was soft, was prayin' 'till I'm gone, bitch I've been on that Pun shit, New York-run shit Bumpin' some Nirvana and I'm probably going dumb, shit Somersault [? 1:10], make that motherfucker front flip Spittin' like a gun clip, tell 'em all to suck dick, yeah I been high all week, can't find the floor, yeah I just spent four racks on nothing, dawg, yeah I don't mind if I hear 'em talk down They ain't really fucking with me and they know now SongtexteUp in paradise, homie, this is our town, yeah 5 A.M., dropping Jewish models off, homie, that's a mazeltov Yeah, I've been getting to it when they noddin' off, the pussy rapper cotton soft I don't really listen to 'em, you ain't on my playlist You don't ever say shit, on my never play list Dawg, I was younger and I used to work the grave shift Funny, since then, man, I'm still up on that same shit, word I done murdered every noun and verb 'Bout to fucking learn tongue probably still be going dumb Bet I write my shit in Braille and they still would never feel me I'm the only one could kill me, give a fuck about you really Give a fuck if you could feel me, bitch, I'm numb I be up all night, I been duckin' from the sun I used to play the basement, tell your girl that she should come Now I'm looking like the one, bitch, you looking at the sun, don't stare Man, I'm getting to the point that I really don't care They ain't really nowhere, I ain't really know where I'm supposed to go from here I'm already at the top, yeah On my way home and she already at the spot Bitch, I'm never gon' stop getting better when I jot shit Pop shit and I still be making pop shit Fuck you mean thought I wasn't gon' talk shit Rack on that God shit, every single bar sick Yeah I been high all week, can't find the floor, yeah I just spent four racks on nothing, dawg, yeah I don't mind if I hear 'em talk down They ain't really fucking with me and they know now Up in paradise, homie, this is our town, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania