Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate We just fuck around, we don't date I went straight straight up there to Mars, so they hate And I got a lot of cars, they all up up to date I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in Then I took off, I ain't have no other option I

I am just too selfish I guess I know you're tired and restless It's no surprise we've come undone You say it's better in the long run But I can't unlove you just because Cheap red wine straight straight out of a coffee cup One more down to drink you off my mind

I think I'm on another world with you I'm on another planet with you Another girl, another planet I always flirt with death I look ill but I don't care about it I can face your threats and Stand up up straight straight and tall and shout about it You get under my

Nobody but me Straight Straight to my lover's heart its for me Cupid please hear my cry And let your arrow fly But just between the two of us our love is conceiled So help me if you will So, Cupid draw back your bow And let your arrow go Cupid draw back your bow

I don't want lil' shorty if it ain't great sex Take 'em out like Hardy, we like to break necks On a island, we party straight straight off the private jet 'Cause I got blue strips, I just make checks Pop like a trunk, nigga, 'cause we up up now (we up up) You think

Pick up up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr) I know you're home, baby (It's lit!) I'm in the zone, baby (Straight Straight up!) I just poured up up a four baby (Yeah, yeah) Never will I cheat on you Never will I commit treason Blowin' a bag on you Do all of that for no

We'll get higher and higher Oh that's what dreams are made of Straight Straight up we'll climb Leave it all behind So baby dry your eyes, save all The tears you've cried World turns black and white Pictures in an empty room Your love starts fallin down

Hemingway's whiskey Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight straight up and neat If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me Ah, it's tough

If it leads me to you As I walk this world, tired and alone Got one foot in the grave, Lord, help me make it home I'll carry your pain, my words bleed straight straight and true My lost heaven has been turned upside down Dead and buried is the joy which I once

I'm with that woop Fuck all that turn up up the headphones shit But turn up up my headphones anyway Huh? (Boom production) Turnt gangster Sir, bun up up the main road Run up up and stay low Turn up up the radio Dirt, straight straight family