Float
Bossed up, bossed up, yeah, I lost up
Bossed up, bossed up, yeah, I lost up
Compression on my vocals, make me sound like God
Give me what I want, yeah, give me what I want
Swag swag, swag swag
Put my back in it
Life moves so damn fast and I'm back in it
Swag swag, swag swag
Put my back in it
Life moves so damn fast
Spies watch me
Need privacy
Hot ice frosting me
Real form blinding me
Tall eyes down on me
I'm crying trees
Sauron eye, fall sky, ball fly, crawl, tie
Float, float, float, float, float
I'm gonna take the high road (It's a long road)
I'm gonna take my time though (It's a long show)
Where the hell my mind go? (How should I know)
Where the hell my time go? (Watching my show)
It's sublime though
Don't have time though
Everybody I know
Knows that I float
And if you dont know, now you know
My design is just my role
I'm not worried bout the hoes
I dont even have control
Silly fucking, thank you God
Fuck what you heard, I'm a young god
Magic to be made, money again
So many times that my world end
You can't get me out your house, bitch, call the police
Everybody's talking bout what they want from me
My mother's on my nerves, so I told her kill herself
I said what you heard, bitch, fuck with me
Bossed up, bossed up, yeah, I lost up
Compression on my vocals, make me sound like God
Give me what I want, yeah, give me what I want
Swag swag, swag swag
Put my back in it
Life moves so damn fast and I'm back in it
Swag swag, swag swag
Put my back in it
Life moves so damn fast
Spies watch me
Need privacy
Hot ice frosting me
Real form blinding me
Tall eyes down on me
I'm crying trees
Sauron eye, fall sky, ball fly, crawl, tie
Float, float, float, float, float
I'm gonna take the high road (It's a long road)
I'm gonna take my time though (It's a long show)
Where the hell my mind go? (How should I know)
Where the hell my time go? (Watching my show)
It's sublime though
Don't have time though
Everybody I know
Knows that I float
And if you dont know, now you know
My design is just my role
I'm not worried bout the hoes
I dont even have control
Silly fucking, thank you God
Fuck what you heard, I'm a young god
Magic to be made, money again
So many times that my world end
You can't get me out your house, bitch, call the police
Everybody's talking bout what they want from me
My mother's on my nerves, so I told her kill herself
I said what you heard, bitch, fuck with me
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