You might think you've peeped the scene
You might think you've peeped the scene
You haven’t, the real one's far too mean
The watered down one, the one you know
Was made up centuries ago
They made it sound all wack and corny
Yes, it's awful, blasted boring
Twisted fictions, sick addictions
Well, gather 'round children, zip it, listen
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
NOW IF I FUCK THIS MODEL
Oh, oh, oh
You might think you've peeped the scene
You haven’t, the real one's far too mean
The watered down one, the one you know
Was made up centuries ago
i KeEp iT 300 LiKe ThE rOmAns
They made it sound all wack and corny
Something wrong, I hold my head
You might think you've peeped the scene
You haven’t, the real one's far too mean
The watered down one, the one you know
Was made up centuries ago
They made it sound all wack and corny
>5 posters
>just posting lyrics to some shitty Kanye wank
Yes, it's awful, blasted boring
You might think you've peeped the scene
You haven’t, the real one's far too mean
The watered down one, the one you know
Was made up centuries ago
They made it sound all wack and corny
Yes, it's awful, blasted boring
Twisted fictions, sick addictions
Well, gather 'round children, zip it, listen
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago
Mercy, mercy me, that Murcielago
That's me, the first year that I blow
How you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablo
Me drown sorrow in that Diablo
Me found bravery in my bravado
DJs need to listen to the models
"You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy in your Serato?"
(You ain't got no Yeezy, nigga?)
Stupid, but what the hell do I know?
I'm just a Chi-town nigga with a Nas flow
And my chick in that new Phoebe Philo
So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow
Can we get much higher?
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
My smile is stuck
I cannot go back to your Frownland
My spirit's made up of the ocean
And the sky and the sun and the moon
And the sky and the moon n
And all my eyes can see
I cannot go back to your land of gloom
I'M SCARED
WHAT'S GOING ON IN THIS THREAD
Where black jagged shadows
Remind me of the coming of your doom
>NOW IF I FUCC THIS MODEL
I want my own land
NOW IF I FUCK THIS MODEL
You might think you've peeped the scene
Take my hand and come with me
NOW
IF
I
FUCK
THIS
MODEL
SEE THE LINE WHERE THE SKY MEETS THE SEA
IT CALLS ME
SHE DON'T BELIEVE IN SHOOTING STARS
DORITOS, CHEETOS AND FRITOS
Have you ever had sex with a pharaooooh
I put the pussy in the sarcophagus
Now she claiming that I bruise her esophagus
EATING ASIAN PUSSY ALL I NEED IS SWEET AND SOUR SAUCE
But she believes in shoes and cars
dawg don't you realize I'll never make it on a plane now
ALL DAY NIGGA