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