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Correct Jerseys & Loafers Lyrics
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[Hook] I stay too high for me to ever touch the ground (x4) [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Can't feel my feet, I've been running through A marijuana field, I feel excellent Burning bush like George W., and roll a new testament Texting and driving, drop it in her hair while she bopping Sorry ma, I be so clumsy, I mean my eyes be so fuzzy Real-t my real name ain't your business, internet beats, I got bitches Pick 'em and dick 'em in ditches, Da Vinci with it on vicious And Vicky back on his rap shit, that shit be ratchet as jukin' I took some mushrooms and acid, I ate some hash and I'm pukin' Pupil be dilated people, my shit too fire, my shit nukin' I nuke that donut and crush it, bodega ball on a budget Don't do no blacks, Uncle Ruckus, or swishers, switch a vega for a paper Take 'em back to the trap and make 'em dip low like Major Lazer Shorty got that crazy in love, no lights in the Superdome Sudafed, she straight to the head, blow me like a Sousaphone Blog superstar, goin' on a twitter-thon, talking work on my sister phone With my system on, puffing my own shit Roll up [Hook] [Verse 2: Alex Wiley] Pack the bong and then rip it hard Hella high and then get some Sharks 5:05, I’m fenna hit the park Just ridin' in your sister’s car Niggas dippin they weed in lean Niggas takin' that shit too far Cause I did that shit like once a Week Just hit the b I’m instantly snoring Hit a little lick, on a lil bitch, lil bit She ain’t gon miss it, cause shit don’t know yet Hit a lil spliff, get a little piff, and I’m kind of the floop god so you should roll that I don’t give a shit bout shit my nigga Spinning rims on my whip my nigga V’s up, hoes down, bitch you know that Part of this shit goin' cost a Rolex [Bridge] High, I ain’t never touching the ground I stay too high, For me to ever touch the ground [Verse 3: Alex Wiley] With the ville, Smoking sour, turn the volume up make it louder Make it clear that I’m making chowder Strictly flowers don’t do no powders Write it off, so I can proceed Need the tree, but you can keep the seeds Can't get up and still keep your seat Bitch, every morning I need to chief [Hook]
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