Lil Nas X - Lifted (Kimbo) lyrics

Say place on sight say see play, on pipe
Say see Katherine on sight mumble

We in this bitch fucked up, wasted
Chopstick, chasing beat up, faded
Locked in, baking consti, pated
Casa, migos bout to, make the
Bodies start to drop high as fuck
You ever seen a star in the stars
And let the barrel run and baby
Come and get this top
Bring the neighbors over
So nobody call the cops party at the spot

I know you feel
Fucked up in this party right now
We turned up and I know you feel (O oh)
Lifted in this party right now (And no, ooh)
We driftin'

(Hey blue, where you at?) on the edge homie
Somebody bеtter call 12 on me
Somebody bеtter call the feds, on me
Somebody better call the jail on me
(Hey blue, where you at?) on the edge homie
Somebody better call 12 on me
Somebody better call the feds, on me
Somebody better call the jail on me

Aye, bitch you know you ain't got plans
Pop in the spot with your friends
Bitch, hit your dance
Lil' hoe come fuck on my mans
Show me you really a fan i feel like a (ah)
I feel like a legend, I just started tho (ah)
Niggas wanna pipe me like I'm Mario (ah)
I'm fuckin in a party, I'm a party hoe
(haah) he wanna put his milk all on my oreo

I know you feel
Fucked up in this party right now
We turned up and I know you feel (O oh)
Lifted in this party right now (And no, ooh)
We driftin'

(Hey blue, where you at?) on the edge homie
Somebody bеtter call 12 on me
Somebody bеtter call the feds, on me
Somebody better call the jail on me
(Hey blue, where you at?) on the edge homie
Somebody better call 12 on me
Somebody better call the feds, on me
Somebody better call the jail on me

I know you feel
Fucked up in this party right now
We turned up and I know you feel (O oh)
Lifted in this party right now (And no, ooh)
We driftin'

(Hey blue, where you at?) on the edge homie
Somebody better call 12 on me
Somebody better call the feds, on me
Somebody better call the jail on me
(Hey blue, where you at?) on the edge homie
Somebody better call 12 on me
Somebody better call the feds, on me
Somebody better call the jail on me

I told that, I told that
I ain't never scared i ain't never scared
I ain't never scared
I told that, I told that
I ain't never scared i ain't never scared
I ain't never scared

Dazed in the bathroom dazed by the back door
Dazed on the back porch
Tell me where you at though
Tell me where you at though
Tell me where you at though
Trails in the backcomb
Nails, I don't want tools
Jail by the red one
Tell me where you at though
Tell me where you at though
Tell me where you at though