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Язык песни: Английский
Way Up |
I’m Way Up, nobody can blow my high |
Sipping white wine on a west bound flight |
And I hope I never come down, I’m Way Up |
I ain’t got no alibi, murder everything that the clouds go by |
And I hope I never touch ground, I’m Way Up |
I don’t see nobody watching |
Do it big and move my moves in silence |
Work like puff till I got puffy eyelids |
Up all night cause I just trust the process, Whoa |
She said she was grounded and down to ride |
I said baby just embrace the high, I’m Way Up, I’m Way Up |
Where I’m from, There’s a lot of evil in sight |
All the odds stacked against us and we roll the dice |
I seen a few friends get an early meeting with Christ |
I’m still here counting chips in the Casino of life, I’m Way Up |
David Blaine with the cards I was dealt |
Sky High like I’m sitting next to Roger Goodell, I’m Way Up |
I beat depression no one offered to help |
So I now I smile in the mirror when I talk to myself |
I’m Way Up, nobody can blow my high |
Sipping white wine on a west bound flight |
And I hope I never come down, I’m Way Up |
I ain’t got no alibi, murder everything that the clouds go by |
And I hope I never touch ground, I’m Way Up |
I don’t hear nobody talkin' |
One week your no one then next your poppin' |
Out on the road alone it happens often |
Gotta get it in before I’m in a coffin, Whoa |
I’m just trying to get right in the head |
I’m about to buy a Nice crib for my Wife and my kid |
Just manifesting the type of life, that I want to live |
So this is all I’m thinkin' about when I’m writing my shit, I’m way up |
Sometimes, all you need is a second to breathe |
To figure out who it is, you’re destined to be |
Take it or leave it, I’m giving 'em a lesson for free |
They do what I do, but they do it to a lesser degree, I’m way up |
Like the price of a gram or the cost of gas |
Like hands on an innocent man the cops harass, I’m way up |
Or my stock price if we talking cash |
And how my middle finger lookin' when I’m walkin' past, I’m way up |
I’m Way Up, nobody can blow my high |
Sipping white wine on a west bound flight |
And I hope I never come down, I’m Way Up |
I ain’t got no alibi, murder everything that the clouds go by |
And I hope I never touch ground, I’m Way Up |