Lou the Human - Nirvana in the Whip

I been high all week, can't find the floor, yeah
I just spent four racks on nothing dawg, yeah
I don't mind if I hear 'em talk down
They ain't really fucking with me and they know now
Up in paradise homie this is our town, yeah

I just ordered pizza with a diva and she rolling all my weed up
You can try 'n see her, but she see in to the weak shit
85 beat kicks and I still leave 'em seasick
Sneeze bitch, yeah I'm so blessed with this shit
I'm the best with this shit 'til my death in this bitch
We so loud probably leave 'em deaf in this bitch
Come correct in this bitch, when I sketch you should dip, yeah
I been on the road like I'm running from the law
Gave 'em lil' time but now I'm coming for you all
Hugh Rack probably bring a missile to your door
Just for thinking shit was soft, Wes Bryan 'til I'm gone bitch
I've been on that Pun shit, New York run shit
Bumpin' some Nirvana and I'm probably going dumb, shit
Somersault the sense make that motherfucker front flip
Spittin' like a gun clip, tell 'em all to suck dick, yeah

I been high all week, can't find the floor, yeah
I just spent four racks on nothing dawg, yeah
I don't mind if I hear 'em talk down
They ain't really fucking with me and they know now
Up in paradise homie this is our town, yeah

5 AM dropping Jewish models off, homie that's a mazel tov
Yeah, I've been getting to it when they noddin' off, the pussy rapper kinda soft
I don't really listen to 'em you ain't on my playlist
You don't ever say shit, on my never playlist
Dawg I was younger and I used to work the graveshift
Funny since then man I'm still up on that same shit, word
I done murdered every noun and verb
Had to fucking learn tongue, prolly still be going dumb
Bet I write my shit in braille and they still would never feel me
I'm the only one could kill me, give a fuck about you really
Give a fuck if you could feel me bitch I'm numb
I be up all night I been duckin' from the sun
I used to play the basement tell your girl that she should come
Now I'm looking like the one, bitch you looking at the sun, don't stare
Man I'm getting to the point that I really don't care
They ain't really nowhere, I ain't really know where
I'm supposed to go from here I'm already at the top, yeah
On my way home and she already at the spot
Bitch I'm never gon' stop getting better when I jot shit
Pop shit and I still be making pop shit
Fuck you mean thought I wasn't gon' talk shit
Rack on that god shit, every single bar sick
Yeah

I been high all week, can't find the floor, yeah
I just spent four racks on nothing dawg, yeah
I don't mind if I hear 'em talk down
They ain't really fucking with me and they know now
Up in paradise homie this is our town, yeah

Written by:
ADOLPH THORNTON, EDWARD RAMEER MURRAY, EDWARD MURRAY, JACOBI AIKEN, LOUIS DIAZ

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