Nirvana In The Whip - Lou The Human

I been high all week, can’t find a 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 (Yeah), this is our town, yeah (Ayy)

I just ordered pizza with a diva and she rolling all my weed up

You been tryna see her, but she Sia to the weak shit

85 beat kicks and I still leave 'em seasick

Sneeze, bitch, how so blessed with this shit

I’m the best with this shit, till my death in this bitch

Weed 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, West Brighton till 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 sentence, 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 a 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 A.M., dropping Jewish models off, homie, that’s a mazel tov

Yeah, I’ve been getting to it while they noddin' off

These pussy rapper cotton soft

I don’t really listen to 'em, you ain’t on my playlist

You don’t ever say shit, on my «never play» list

Dawg, I was younger and I used to work the grave shift

Funny, since then, man, I’m still up on that same shit, word

I done murdered every noun and verb

'Bout to fucking learn tongues, probably still be going dumb

Bet I write my shit in braille and they still’ll 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 gonna 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 a 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