Paradise

Wake up this morning and I'm thanking God
How the fuck we done made it this far?
I remember the doubt that I had when I start
Now I don't look at the stars I just look at the mirror

It ain't nothing I'm scared of
My brothers take cared of
That big body Benz, or that S Porsche Carrera

And I might go to Italty, might go to Paris
Like I'm fuckin' that bitch while I smoke out the terrace
Like I'm bustin' this bitch but I don't want no marriage
And she geeked up she think what I say is hilarious

But these moments you live baby girl gotta cherish it
'Cause I was down bad she mistake me for arrogant
Just imagine
My brother putting them P's in my mattress
And I flip and I flip and it help play for classes
And I come back from class and I'm making them classics
We ain't smoking no hemp we ain't smoking no classic
I want my bills, blue as my sheets
She searchin' for thrill come take a seat
Fuck with a beast

Somewhere where I haven't been before
Somewhere where I haven't been before
Somewhere where I haven't been before
Somewhere where I haven't been before
Somewhere where I haven't been before
Somewhere where I haven't been before
Somewhere where I haven't been before
Somewhere where I haven't been before

And I'm tryna go
Smokin' exotic ain't high no more
I might just cop some more
I get it half what you got it for
I flip it double I gotta score
What you doubt it for?

And I'm tryna go
Smokin' exotic ain't high no more
I might just cop some more
I get it half what you got it for
I flip it double I gotta score
What you doubt it for?
What you doubt it for?

And I'm tryna go
Smokin' exotic ain't high no more
I might just cop some more
I get it half what you got it for
I flip it double I gotta score
What you doubt it for?

And I'm tryna go
Smokin' exotic ain't high no more
I might just cop some more
I get it half what you got it for
I flip it double I gotta score
What you doubt it for?
What you doubt it for?



Credits
Writer(s): James Chhetree
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