s4ngre44 - Way Up

Way up, way up
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
You can't touch me in the back seat
I've been cruisin' around with a black tee
All the fake shit, don't attract me
I like the freak girls, yeah, they too nasty
Yeah, you gotta stay sharp like a ice pick
Yeah, I beat that pussy up like I'm fuckin' Tyson
Yeah, she suck, then she gotta lick the icing
Ride around town like a UPS driver
Yeah, you gotta stay sharp like MacGyver
This shit get deep like a fuckin' free diver
Yeah, I'm too rare like a liger
One, two, three, countin' bands till my eyes hurt
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
Yeah, I beat that pussy up like I'm Tyson
Word around town, you a bitch and you bitin
Yeah, all the fake shit is not frightening
Cause you don't see that you really not like him
Yeah, you gotta stay sharp like a ice pick
Yeah, I beat that pussy up like I'm fuckin' Tyson
Yeah, she suck and she gotta lick the icing
Ride around town like a UPS driver
Yeah, you gotta stay sharp like MacGyver
This shit get deep like a fuckin' free diver
Yeah, I'm too rare like a liger
One, two, three, countin' bands till my eyes hurt
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
Yeah, yeah, way up
Yeah, yeah, way up
Yeah, yeah, way up
Yeah, yeah, way up
I'm so high to the moon, I can see the stars
Yeah, I'm driftin' really far, all the way to mars
Yeah, I'm floatin' through the air like I'm Peter Pan
Yeah, I got this bitch spinnin' like a ceiling fan
Yeah, yeah, way up
Yeah, yeah, way up
Yeah, yeah, way up
Yeah, yeah, way up

Written by:
Peter Knowles

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