Lyrics:
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But bigz said I’m getting too high
Young lil virgin
Now He got broads band in ends like sky
Xans in my I cup tweakin
Countin up 18 zees by eye
as Satellites they have different types
Space satellites are cgi
And there are hundreds of the real type they strap to balloons
That you can see fly by
At night.
bust you that's fly
My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by
It's either ride or die
We just boogy, advance
The rubber band stack thick
on the microphone
and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome
Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
like I'm high
It feels like we tight yeah
It feels like we tight
The feeling is right I can't even lie
Want you every night
Let's jump on a plane
Fly
do it by myself but it's a task
If you can't stand me I suggest you sit
If you can't try me better get a grip
These diamonds cold, icy, they're so
the crew we too live
At the boat it's high tide
Lurking in the night time
She wanna fly out to London
Stewardess pass out blunts in abundance
High as fuck
spendin' no money on a man no more
Rather catch a flight see all the fans on tour
Ima make bands in a week
While you're makin' bands in four
Catch me
things in life are priceless; stay vice less
It's a man's world but you know you all can't be wifeless
I like the mall; no time for Starbucks at all
I need
off the Hen, I was smokin', I got too high
Damn, time flies by
It's like I knew your whole lifetime, my nigga
We accomplished so much shit
We
I take my seat and Mum pulls
Me in for a teary hug
She doesn't mask her joy
I try smiling, to look as happy as she feels
But I can't
"You're so lucky,
Some one month shit
You're a seasonal rapper
You a bitch the world fucks
'Cause we leavin' you after
Don't hit my phone with some stupid shit
That's
You can't put a butterfly in a jar
If the effort's too high no matter who you are
You can't catch the moon, or the sun or the stars
It doesn't
(bands) bands
I keep a glicky right here by my side just in case a nigga wanna fuck up the plan
I am the (What am I, I am the man)
I am the (Yeah) man
I am
in this empty room
(Temperature dropping) I'm too fly to catch the flu
(When are you dropping?) The answer is very soon
Once I'm in a better mood
This
gone by
They're falling out the radar until they fly
Miss America you're too shy
To try it out in public until you're high
Look at stickers of bands gone
them nailed to crosses
Crucifixions in our true religion
It's all by design
F*** a superstition
Let the black cat out the bag
If you come across it
Married to these feelings but this shower ain't bridal
Laugh 'til ya die, hold yourself and
Laugh when you should cry
Giggle while you're high and fly
a rebirth nigga
I'm something new you can't trust your lil research nigga
Go on a mission wit me ain't no stopping to eat,
Fore we leave betta pee first
You're in a fucking coma
Until the end of time
I will rebel in the face of all tyrants
The fire burns on high
As above so below, now be careful
Until
her
I be high as hell and I can't focus
That's the only thing that keep me sane, if you ain't notice
Bullshit in the air, just been floating
And I'ma
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
of hip-hop
If I see ya disagreeing, you'll be getting your shit dropped
It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with
You'll get the jimmy MC, you're
the preacher dance
Bring your horn along and you can add to the pure confection
And if you can't fly you'll have to move in with the rhythm section
Either
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