Destroy Lonely - Top Floor lyrics

High as fuck right now, top floor shit
Know what I'm saying (Oh, yeah)
(I'm so high, dawg, Yeah! Yeah)
(Boolin' on the top floor, Yeah! Yeah)

And we so high, dawg
Boolin' on the top floor
I ain't even high, Lord
Think I need a little more
I don't know where I'm goin'
I'm too focused off these drugs
Thought I told you that my
Heart was frozen? Yeah
I just gotta say my love
New hundreds, not no ones, brand new drip
This Rick Owens
Yeah, with slime, big ol'
Gun, don't try him
He might blow it
And we havin' more than fun, just
Go and get them funds
Bitch
And we geeked up, hotter than the sun, bitch

Ain't no finding me
I can't give you nothing, tell 'em
"Toss my key"
'Causе I can't let these scrubs in
Says a part of mе
But not like love, it's more like lust, man
And I love luxury, this price, this guap
I put my trust in
And this money my best friend
And I count that shit, while I smoke my weed
Backwood in my left hand
Got a big bankroll, [?] down to my knees
Then slime my best man
And that's your partner, but
He don't know me
Might slime your best friend
Vintage Prada, yeah, it's all on
Me, and on my bitch
Man
And I keep racks in Undercover jeans
Don't gotta hide my status
Yeah, and I can't change the past
He goin' out lookin' bad
And we on the top floor, smokin' exoctic
Must know we can smell the gas
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

And we so high, dawg
Boolin' on the top floor
I ain't even high, Lord
Think I need a little more
I don't know where I'm goin'
I'm too focused off these drugs
Thought I told you that my
Heart was frozen? Yeah
I just gotta say my love
New hundreds, not no ones, brand new drip
This Rick Owens
Yeah, with slime, big ol'
Gun, don't try him
He gon' blow it
And we havin' more than fun, just
Go and get them funds
Bitch
And we geeked up, hotter than the sun