3rd Eye (Living Above PARADISE)

They say that I'm the greatest to ever do it off of my block
Shawty say she don't wanna be together and I'm like, "Why not?"
Martin, Gina, let's get into it, whether we in love or not
3 weeks, still writing letters, rather be at your spot

Blow you up, but you don't write back, tryna open your third eye
Like yeh, yeh, hold on, why you tryna hide out?
My heart is & this love got me on a high now
But she like yeah, yeah, hold on
& I'm like, "Wah Gwaan?"

It's like despite all my love, she ain't wanna love me
I gave her a head nod
Oh, girl you've been stuck all in my head, been goin' through hell, naii
College kids probably got her mind wrapped, so I'm headin' out

And I been, fuckin' with this girl from Atlanta, she hooked on fentanyl
Shawty and her crew at every party, and I'm like Hell nah
Cause I like to ride out at night, look at the damn stars
I ain't average, not your type of guy, I guess that's why you ran off

It's probably crazy that I love you right? Baby we could have some damn fun
I done ran out of my love 'cause she ain't wanna love me, I'm tryna find my way out
I promise you I ain't goin' home tonight
I think I'm stayin' out
& I'm like fuck it, hope I run into you while I'm out

Been tryna hit up yo phone, but you ignore my line
Livin' above paradise, I'm always in my feelings 'bout you
But do you love me from my heart, or is you tryin' to fool me?
Say she want pressure, I ain't gone press her, I ain't tryin' to do it

Just turn the beat up loud, let's fuckin' play it (oh, oh)

They say that I'm the greatest to ever do it off of my block
Shawty say she don't wanna be together and I'm like, "Why not?"
Martin, Gina, let's get into it, whether we in love or not
3 weeks, still writing letters, rather be at your spot

Blow you up, but you don't write back, tryna open your third eye
Like yeh, yeh, hold on, why you tryna hide out?
My heart is & this love got me on a high now
But she like yeah, yeah, hold on
& I'm like, "Wah Gwaan?"

Call me crazy, just want you to know, this could've been magical
I don't be with my friends, I'm not out at night
I gotta keep them bags movin', I'm like fuck it bustin' dimes out on the road

She got me lookin' stupid, you either tryna be my wife
This is real life, girl, this ain't like no movie
In my feelings just want you to know, I dream about you
Got your eye's and your smile stuck in my head
No way around you

I know you probably fuckin' with that dude
Just think of all the shit he's done to you
They say that I'm the greatest to ever do it off of my block
Shawty say she don't wanna be together and I'm like, "Why not?"
Martin, Gina, let's get into it, whether we in love or not
3 weeks, still writing letters, rather be at your spot

Blow you up, but you don't write back, tryna open your third eye
Like yeh, yeh, hold on, why you tryna hide out?
My heart is & this love got me on a high now
But she like yeah, yeah, hold on
& I'm like, "Wah Gwaan?"



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Writer(s): P.j. Ross
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