Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

I fantasized about this back in Chicago

Mercy, mercy me, that Murcielago

That"s me, the first year that I blow

How you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablo

Me drown sorrow in that Diablo

Me found bravery in my bravado

DJs need to listen to the models

You ain"t got no fuckin" Yeezy in your Serrato? ("You ain"t got no Yeezy, nigga?")

Stupid, but what the fuck do I know?

I"m just a Chi-town nigga with a Nas flow

And my bitch in that new Phoebe Philo

So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow

Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?)

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh

Look like a fat booty Celine Dion

Sex is on fire, I"m the King of Leon-a Lewis, beyond the truest

Hey, teacher, teacher, tell me how do you respawn the students?

And refresh the page and restart the memory?

Respark the soul and rebuild the energy?

We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemies

Sorry for the night demons that still visit me

The plan was to drink until the pain over

But what"s worse, the pain or the hangover?

Fresh air, rollin" down the window

Too many Urkels on your team, that"s why your wins low

Don"t make me pull the toys out, huh

Don"t make me pull the toy-o-oy-oys

And fire up the engines

And then they make no-o-oi-o-oise

Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?)

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh

At the mall, there was a seance

Just kids, no parents

Then the sky filled with heron

(I saw the devil) In a Chrysler LeBaron

And the hell, it wouldn"t spare us

(And the fires did declare us)

(But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress)

(And moved her back in Paris)

Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?)

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh

Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?)

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh