Way Up
I just been making my way up
Counting the seconds the minutes the years
That it's gonna take us
Losing my patience
We gonna stay up
We getting paid up
Imagine the scenery sitting from way up
Like we gonna stay up
We gonna
I just been making my way up ya
I just been making my
I just been
I
I want a check that reflects all the shit that I've done not the shit that I'm gonna do
I want to take a vacation to places that people say bitches be running through
I want that bargain the devil moves
All on a pedestal
I want to see it from way up
I want that revenue
Cars and a better view
I want them calling me famous
Count me down to fuck without a purpose
Satisfied I'm mean I hate the person
Nervous like the way I make a purchase
Hold me down but just beneath the surface
I got vices
Hold me down like lower prices
No surprise that
No one likes this
Can't win like no more prizes
No one try this
Who designed this
Whos nice like the foods the finest
My mood is biased
This room is quiet
Too small can't move the slightest
I'm choosin violence
I just been making my way up
Counting the seconds the minutes the years
That it's gonna take us
Losing my patience
We gonna stay up
We getting paid up
Imagine the scenery sitting from way up
Like we gonna stay up
We gonna
I just been making my way up ya
I just been making my
I just been
I
I just been gone and away on sabbatical thinking about how my life could be different
I just been building a future like piles of money that my kids could learn how to swim in
I don't wanna think about money
I already stress about money
I don't wanna make that mistake again
I just been greedy and bloody
I see what it's done to me
I'm on my way again
I'm looking radiant lookin to fill up a stadium bring all the ladies in yuh
I want to Sell out arenas
I don't wanna sell out ideas
I'm open to tradin them
I want mysterious money shit
I wanna live on a lake in a mansion
I wanna be on that gatsby shit
Fuckin around with that Daisy Buchanan
Starving artist call it a famine
Look what I got but I take it for granted
Love it a lot but I don't understand it
Makin my way up I'm leaving the planet
I just been making my way up
Counting the seconds the minutes the years
That it's gonna take us
Losing my patience
We gonna stay up
We getting paid up
Imagine the scenery sitting from way up
Like we gonna stay up
We gonna
Counting the seconds the minutes the years
That it's gonna take us
Losing my patience
We gonna stay up
We getting paid up
Imagine the scenery sitting from way up
Like we gonna stay up
We gonna
I just been making my way up ya
I just been making my
I just been
I
I want a check that reflects all the shit that I've done not the shit that I'm gonna do
I want to take a vacation to places that people say bitches be running through
I want that bargain the devil moves
All on a pedestal
I want to see it from way up
I want that revenue
Cars and a better view
I want them calling me famous
Count me down to fuck without a purpose
Satisfied I'm mean I hate the person
Nervous like the way I make a purchase
Hold me down but just beneath the surface
I got vices
Hold me down like lower prices
No surprise that
No one likes this
Can't win like no more prizes
No one try this
Who designed this
Whos nice like the foods the finest
My mood is biased
This room is quiet
Too small can't move the slightest
I'm choosin violence
I just been making my way up
Counting the seconds the minutes the years
That it's gonna take us
Losing my patience
We gonna stay up
We getting paid up
Imagine the scenery sitting from way up
Like we gonna stay up
We gonna
I just been making my way up ya
I just been making my
I just been
I
I just been gone and away on sabbatical thinking about how my life could be different
I just been building a future like piles of money that my kids could learn how to swim in
I don't wanna think about money
I already stress about money
I don't wanna make that mistake again
I just been greedy and bloody
I see what it's done to me
I'm on my way again
I'm looking radiant lookin to fill up a stadium bring all the ladies in yuh
I want to Sell out arenas
I don't wanna sell out ideas
I'm open to tradin them
I want mysterious money shit
I wanna live on a lake in a mansion
I wanna be on that gatsby shit
Fuckin around with that Daisy Buchanan
Starving artist call it a famine
Look what I got but I take it for granted
Love it a lot but I don't understand it
Makin my way up I'm leaving the planet
I just been making my way up
Counting the seconds the minutes the years
That it's gonna take us
Losing my patience
We gonna stay up
We getting paid up
Imagine the scenery sitting from way up
Like we gonna stay up
We gonna
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Writer(s): Jacob Minks
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