[Hook: Markings]
Surely you can tell that I'm high
From the glimmer and the look in my eye
Ain't gonna stop
I'm on my way to the top
Spraying shots like:
No I ain't gonna stop
I'm on my way to the top...
[Verse 1: Markings]
I'm a slave to the rhythm and the flickering lights
Hot summers
Long days turn to blistering nights
To get paid is the mission in life
I get it in
Never fell for a bitch ruses
I'm a veteran
Like Rick Rubin
Hard rock
Skip to the car lot
Shorty in the passenger seat
Making my balls drop
I give a fuck about a dress code
Push it to its threshold
All up in her neck (whoa)
Now we're by the sweatbox
And I just got my rocks off
Notice how her breath knocks? (ugh)
Talk about a bad case of halitosis
Mad powdered noses
Riding on the whitest horse
E-pill poppers
Draining fluid from their spinal cord
Like: baby we can do it 'til your whole vagina sore
That's when I set my sights on the temptress
Restless
Waiting in the line-up for the guest list
Check it
[Verse 2: Jus Frais]
Bitch I'm climbing
Get your claws up out of my coat tails
I'm flying high
Sailing with no sails
Money is time
I cannot spare no change
Not share no days
All glory, no blaze
I'm sorry
No I ain't
What the fuck was I thinking?
Tripping over you like: what the fuck was I drinking?
What am I do to but suck it up and keep building
Hit the drawing board and draw some more
Like I don't give a fuck
Be grinning
Keep winning
Never looking back
As long as the globe be spinning
Keep it raw and keep it honest
That's why they say he different
That and the fact I'm batshit nuts
Cooky
You stupid
I'm minted: loony
I meant it, dukie
When I spit it like a loogie
You be hollering for God like all them little broads
When my dick is in the coochie
I don't give a single dookie who you are or where you're coming from
I just see the top of your heads
Down there, from up above
Surely you can tell that I'm high
From the glimmer and the look in my eye
Ain't gonna stop
I'm on my way to the top
Spraying shots like:
No I ain't gonna stop
I'm on my way to the top...
[Verse 1: Markings]
I'm a slave to the rhythm and the flickering lights
Hot summers
Long days turn to blistering nights
To get paid is the mission in life
I get it in
Never fell for a bitch ruses
I'm a veteran
Like Rick Rubin
Hard rock
Skip to the car lot
Shorty in the passenger seat
Making my balls drop
I give a fuck about a dress code
Push it to its threshold
All up in her neck (whoa)
Now we're by the sweatbox
And I just got my rocks off
Notice how her breath knocks? (ugh)
Talk about a bad case of halitosis
Mad powdered noses
Riding on the whitest horse
E-pill poppers
Draining fluid from their spinal cord
Like: baby we can do it 'til your whole vagina sore
That's when I set my sights on the temptress
Restless
Waiting in the line-up for the guest list
Check it
[Verse 2: Jus Frais]
Bitch I'm climbing
Get your claws up out of my coat tails
I'm flying high
Sailing with no sails
Money is time
I cannot spare no change
Not share no days
All glory, no blaze
I'm sorry
No I ain't
What the fuck was I thinking?
Tripping over you like: what the fuck was I drinking?
What am I do to but suck it up and keep building
Hit the drawing board and draw some more
Like I don't give a fuck
Be grinning
Keep winning
Never looking back
As long as the globe be spinning
Keep it raw and keep it honest
That's why they say he different
That and the fact I'm batshit nuts
Cooky
You stupid
I'm minted: loony
I meant it, dukie
When I spit it like a loogie
You be hollering for God like all them little broads
When my dick is in the coochie
I don't give a single dookie who you are or where you're coming from
I just see the top of your heads
Down there, from up above
( Markings )
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