Nikkiya, Rittz - Paradise lyrics
[Nikkiya, Rittz - Paradise lyrics]
Underneath the city sky and I'm so gone
My mind is paralyzed
Drinking while my pinky ring is
Blinging off the city lights yea paradise
Old school Montecarlo fuck a foreign whip
Speakers knock knocking in the trunk
And my joint is lit
And what I got is on my job some exotic
I'm just happy I can finally afford this shit
My kicks still brand new cuz i move with ease
LRG Denim with the Diamond tee
Bumping Big KRIT in my time machine
My chain hanging from my neck
Like a tire swing no use admiring me
Bet I'll pass you by by the time you blink
I've been trying to strive
For the finer things
I wanna fuck get high and drink until I
Hear the fat lady and the choir sing
I've been acquiring expensive tastes
Taking vacations to private beaches
On tour in Destin Florida
On a Georgia beach
Drinking pomegranate margaritas
I'm in Chattanooga hit New Orleans
Broke up home, growing down in Austin Texas
Fuck mimosas, drinking crown and coke
Poached eggs and filet mignon for breakfast
You can send me a text
But don't expect a reply
I'm too busy to talk so now my voicemail full
Then it's back to the ATL
Hit the mall then all
My homeboys fell through
Then we threw a couple dollars at
The hoes on the pole got
To go because I know I'll
Spend up all my bread
Back home to my centerfold dinner roll pussy
Wishin me and her crawl in bed
And we could spoon til about noon
Watching episodes of the Sopranos
Turn the TV off put on Stevie Wonder
Fuck her to the sound of the piano
It must be paradise
It must be Paradise riding in my old school
Underneath the city sky and I'm so gone
My mind is paralyzed
Drinking while my pinky ring is
Blinging off the city lights yea paradise
No more hourly wages washing pots and pans
No more feeling embarrassed wearing
This uniform trying to
Find a place to wash my hands
I'm really hoping that nobody in
The store recognized me
Changing my clothes in a bathroom stall I
Got a call it's my manager he said "dog
Wolf wants you at the radio
Station" just great I'm late
I missed out he had to do his shit without me
Funny how we was talking
About quitting last year
And giving up on the wildest dream
But this year I'm seeing
A different outcoming
I'm looking down on my balcony I see hoes
I see gold casinoes
I see hoes and free clothes
Oh, what these, you ain't never seen those
I used to be broke my pockets on beanpole
Now the world looks brighter to me when
I'm looking out of the peephole
I see palm tree gazebos
The same paint in the streets of Greensboro
Just got cooked of people calling me gringo
Domingo everything started to make sense
I wish that I could shake the hand
Of every fan
Who ever bought my shit and showed love to
Me thanks again cause this must be paradise
It must be Paradise riding in my old school
Underneath the city sky and I'm so gone
My mind is paralyzed
Drinking while my pinky ring is
Blinging off the city lights yea paradise