Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paradise, artist - DJ EFNDate of issue: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paradise |
| I’m the paradise architect, you be paralyzed off the rim |
| My heart dark as the blackest pimp, I’m the Cadillac with the tints |
| They try to squint just to see inside, what is it like to be alive |
| I killed the track just to see it die, where the CSI? |
| I don’t need the game, the game need me |
| Cause they got more defects than the KGB |
| When it’s proper for us to reflect you probably gonna deflect |
| The poverty that we see all America like a reject |
| I ain’t gotta leak it, you pay attention you peep it |
| You waited for some leader, the truth is never a secret |
| It’s gotta be online or a TV for you to see it |
| And even if you see it you never really believe it |
| You ain’t never gotta question, if I say it then I mean it |
| Rock the boat like Aaliyah, the flow is gettin' you seasick |
| I die every night then I’m born again like a fetus |
| Get heavenly every week and hit paradise for the weekend |
| Every other city that we roam |
| And every day I’m here to grow old |
| What do I call this place I know? |
| Every day is like a country road |
| Everybody sees peace in droves |
| What do we call this place we know? |
| I woke up early in the afternoon expecting life to be disaster soon |
| But sun kept me up way past the moon |
| Daily grind halted, scrambled eggs salted |
| My soul catapulted just to greet the high exalted |
| Who keeps my world spinnin' through the glass ceiling? |
| Some say higher power but I truly have a feeling it’s me |
| I keep my eyes locked on the sea |
| For knowing how far I’ll go if I just keep bein' free |
| Where you been lately? |
| I been halfway around the planet |
| Tryna learn the language of the lavish, god damnit |
| Risin' with the tide to keep ‘em from going all manic |
| And holding down the fort for family if I so plan it |
| Paradise, gimme a signal from the satellites |
| To broadcast around the bend where it ain’t half as nice |
| Me and my people found Zion and packs of rice |
| Come join us for the last supper cause it happens twice |
| Now my paradise? |
| Pounds of the best bud |
| Everything topless, Hefner |
| Cars, women, before Art Simmons |
| Red was diggin' all in womens skins like Dexter |
| Yessir, I’m gettin' better |
| Every paragraph is like the staff of team Mayweather |
| Hard work show you paradise |
| Or you can luck up and get a paradise from a pair of dice |
| Legalize it, lightin' the Isaac Hayes |
| Fuck chokin' when you hit it girl, you need the Heimlich |
| Timeless lyrics for art, thou, I’m your highness |
| You can touch the sky by hearing these airliners |
| I’m a poster child for being so endowed |
| Women treat me like a court case, blow trial |
| Slam the hammer, I’ve been acquitted |
| Car sick, and I’ve been admitted |
| Redman and DJ EFN on your FM |
| The cheques in, then this another job for the X-Men |
| Create my paradise of life goals |
| Keep the hot nine on me like Ebro, nigga |