Cyprus Hill

Yo
Ayo yo
High on life
I'm filling up my cup
It runneth over
Drowning all the places in my life
I don't face sober
Deprecate and isolate
Through problems I mull over
But I keep myself distracted
With bitches that text come over
Riding with the top up off
This bitch we in the city
Lisa mean got misdemeanors
Bumping misdemeanor
She got quite a temper on her
But she knows she pretty
Keeps a sticky
Emphasizing
Boy don't crash my daddy's Bentley

(Level the flow out)

See I make bops
That surely bring the hoes out
Hit spliffs then dip real quick
A liquor store run
Now there's 5 bad bitches
Packed in her daddies Bentley
And I'm way too fucked
But the way that my musics hitting
I'm right next to Whitney
Backseat is Brittany and Nikki
I'll paint a picture clearly
Cause this Lucy started kicking
Back to Lisa
This bitch got me out here
In the suburbs
This suburban skirting
Corners too damn fast
This bitch got some nerve
(Bitch I got warrants)
Sitting on checks from tourin
Numbers soarin
Flying with the freaks out
in New Orleans
I'm important
Dopamine imported
Flew that shit
Straight in from portland
Plus we close as fuck
Make a left up here at Norman
I pack the bong
I pass it on
We down 2 5ths of Remy
Finally hit the spot
Why the fuck
Is the driveway shifting
(Bro your tripping)
COLORS on houses
Had started blending
Then here come Whitney tempting
More body shots off of Brittany

High on life
I'm filling up my cup
It runneth over
Drowning all the places in my life
I don't face sober
Deprecate n isolate
Through problems I mull over
But I keep myself distracted
With bitches that text come over
Riding with the top up off
This bitch we in the city
Lisa mean got misdemeanors
Bumping misdemeanor
She got quite a temper on her
But she knows she pretty
Keeps a sticky
Emphasizing
Boy don't crash my daddy's Bentley



Credits
Writer(s): David Scott
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