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J-Bill & Jaep

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Yo, I been feeling like an all-star
I'm Ken Griffey in a sports car
Or Steph Curry with the Porsche, dawg, nine eleven flying
Through this motherfucking traffic, hear the motherfucking sirens
So I flick the ash away and try to stuff the cash away
Said I'd rather pass away or blast a K, than catch a case
So the pills, I cascaded, down the hatch, evaporated
It ain't to be sedated, way I see it, elevated
I slide by on the shoulder, to the right side
I'm quite high, see an edible, but it's bite sized
I might fly, feel Incredible just like Bob Parr
Accepting the inevitable, my life was so memorable
No scale here is measurable to weigh out the pleasurable
Things and expensive flings, they in my mind, so treasurable
My conscious on a pedestal, raise it up and let it fall
They sleeping on my ass, off that motherfucking Benadryl
I'm diving in the deep end, but only for the weekend
'Cause my body takes a beating, wheezing while I'm chiefing
Sleep is for the weak, and I ain't been in weeks, man
My everyday life is like I'm motherfucking dreaming
Repeat the sequence 'til my lungs stop breathing
'Til my heart stops beating, 'til my tongue stops speaking
Believe it, they living in the pretense, don't need it
Smoking on sativa got me dodging every defense
Jesus (Praise the Lord)
Oh-damn, yo-damn, yo-damn
I said Jesus (Praise the Lord)
Oh-damn, yo-damn, yo-hear I am (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Jesus (Praise the Lord)
Oh-damn, yo-damn, yo-damn
I said Jesus (Praise the Lord)
Oh-damn, yo-damn, yo-hear I am (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Life is short, feeling like a sinner trying to praise the Lord
F*ck all the assumptions cause I'm not the man they take me for
Come down off my high, light the blunt and I get faded more
Life's a bitch, so I'd rather die than f*ck that crazy whore
Riding in the whip, the Daytona straight from '84
Bumping on that Clipse, I'm the Pusha want an eighth or more?
Now we headlining, me and Jaepy about to take a tour
Remember days when we opened up like some Mercedes doors
Pull up your bitch, tell her climb in that whip
I just copped the new jawn with the 5 percent tint
Lighting up an L (L) as we slide to the crib
Get into the crib (Crib) and now she riding that dick
Jordan Fours on me got me looking flyer than a bitch
Hand me the lighter put the fire to my spliff
Eyes wide, tweaking like I'm wired off a brick
Floating in the sky, bitch, I'm higher than a blimp
We on top now, come and see the compound
And we got the squad out, about to shut the block down
Said we about to rock out, all you see is pot clouds
And the opps down, so it's like it's the perfect time to drop now, mhm
Praise the Lord
Amen
Praise the Lord
Uh-huh, uh-huh

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