| Yea
|
| We goin' through the motherfuckin' roof
|
| You know what I mean?
|
| I’m through the roof, I’m through the roof
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| I’m through the roof like St. Nicholas
|
| But I don’t got no Christmas gifts I’m only here to spit this shit
|
| Beam me up Scotty, My feet are liftin' quick
|
| Speed over infinite, leavin' the solar system bitch
|
| I’m out in the mysterious beyond
|
| With a fat booty blonde and a jar of marijuana
|
| Sauna, flow so hot, so hot my whole life is like a slow-mo shot
|
| Passin' mars craters, and waivin' at Darth Vader
|
| The sky is not the limit, bitch I’m building starscrapers
|
| Got the cigar paper, put the weed in it
|
| Hittin warp drive, and passin' the speed limits
|
| Reppin' 203 they know these digits
|
| Tatted on my ribs so CT with it
|
| Skinny as a motherfucker still I rep the Huskies
|
| I’m through the roof now bitch no one’s above me
|
| I’m through the roof, I’m through the roof
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| I’ve been through the roof, Now I’m through the Stratosphere
|
| Millennium falcon, hyper drive and I’m outta here
|
| Got my light saber in hand
|
| Been on the grind since before Diddy decided he was making a band
|
| Now I’m here shakin' hands with fans, and it’s about time
|
| Defying gravity smokin' bogies on cloud nine, high
|
| That’s how I’ve always gotta be
|
| Fuckin' human oddity, always burning it down properly
|
| So bring the pot to me, and Webby’s gonna roll a dutch
|
| Piss test, shit, take a week for me to sober up
|
| Ain’t no need for spellin' it out
|
| I’m through the roof like a fuckin tree fell in your house, bitch
|
| I’m through the roof, I’m through the roof
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| And I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| And I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| And I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| And I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| Captain Fire up, always got a lighter in my hand
|
| Carry so much tree that my pockets turn green
|
| On some Tom Hanks shit, Apollo 13
|
| Cleaner than the cut on school picture day
|
| They tryna to step to C-Webb, cool pick a day
|
| I’ll be there to show you up, keep my jaw loaded up
|
| Roll it up, blow a dutch
|
| Spit it hella dope, hoody always smell of smoke
|
| They can’t even see me with a telescope
|
| Think your umbrella broke, I make it rain bitch
|
| Ask El Roca he’ll tell you the same shit
|
| It’s that crazy motherfucker from YouTube
|
| Tryna see how many cells in my brain I could lose dude
|
| My minds out to sea, on a booze cruise
|
| I’m through the floor boards, I’m through the roof too
|
| I’m through the roof, I’m through the roof
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| And I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| And I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| And I can’t get no higher than I am
|
| And I can’t get no higher than I am |