Sam Avry - Nowhere But Up

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You wanna know the best part about hitting rock bottom?
There's nowhere to go but up

I'm tryna go to the top
Keep grindin' that shit don't stop
Smokin' up hella pot
But just make sure you don't tell my mama that
I'm just tryna make my bag, don't think that shit too funny
You was just mad you ain't get off your ass
Y'all be lookin' too damn slumpy
I'ma take some drugs till I feel that shit
Stay trudgin off the motherfuckin' glumpy
I should call that girl Ivanka, basic white bitch dripped out all Trumpy
If you tryna roll up to the spot, let me serenade your ears, let me play this trumpet
When the gang roll up to the club, nocturnal, all we tryna do is bump it

Boutta roll up off the drugs
I been smokin' up all damn day, better call up the plug
I'ma make this bag but one just ain't enough
I got all this shit I could tell you
But I won't, you don't deserve to know
You don't deserve to know because you a hoe
I'm just tryna call up my brother and ask him to pull up so we can make dough
Up on a beat by Kyrie, got motherfuckers seizin' on the floor
I'ma take nine tabs, not three, tryna trip for days in a different world
I seen different colors, different lenses
Different perceptions
I've seen old bros switch up fast
Cause they ain't bout that dedication
If you don't fuck with my lifestyle, how I'm livin' suck my dick
Yeah, the drugs, they is my portal gun
I'm motherfuckin' Rick
Just hit a button, Morty, give me a beat
Oh man, okay, alright, um

I'm tryna go to the top
Keep grindin' that shit don't stop
Smokin' up hella pot
But just make sure you don't tell my mama that
I'm just tryna make my bag, don't think that shit too funny
You was just mad you ain't get off your ass
Y'all be lookin' too damn slumpy
I'ma take some drugs till I feel that shit
Stay trudgin off the motherfuckin' glumpy
I should call that girl Ivanka, basic white bitch dripped out all Trumpy
If you tryna roll up to the spot, let me serenade your ears, let me play this trumpet
When the gang roll up to the club, nocturnal, all we tryna do is bump it

Written by:
Sean McCune

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