K Free: Ayy this HiGHconic
Dave Life: Yeah talk that talk from Pakistan K Free
K Free: Man ya'll ain't know nothin' about the High Life I'll tell ya that much
Dave Life: Let's run it
Yellow Ferrari
458 Italia (Skrrt skrrt)
Whip through the city
Like I got the gold medallion (Er er)
Best part about it
I ain't even Italian (No sir!)
F*ck if you doubt it
My shooters first battalion! (Brrrahh!)
Blue Maserati
Sippin Biscotti with Martin Scorsese
Im always talking' fugazi
Except when it's facts they tell me relax
But it's been the same since the eighties, hate me
I just been fiendin' for greatness, lately
I just been feelin' ya hatred, play me
City blocks in the spaceship, hazy
I just been locked in the basement daily
Daily, nightly, weekly, monthly
Save me, fight me, free me from me
Hate me, spite me, see me, judge me
Davey Life I'm feelin' lucky (Feelin' lucky!)
I got my vision up to Polaris
Better watch that throne 'for I go to Paris (Runnin' it up!)
Yellow Ferrari
458 Italia (Skrrt skrrt)
Whip through the city
Like I got the gold medallion (Er er)
Best part about it
I ain't even Italian (No sir!)
F*ck if you doubt it
My shooters first battalion! (Brrrahh!)
747
30,000 feet high above the heavens
Need to ease the tension
Bridge the gap I'm caught up in suspension
Hit the gas I'm blown out the engine
Time and space I search for new dimensions
Writin' past the margins need extensions
Foreign money green and red complexion
Surgical the flow perform dissections
Killed the beat perform a resurrection
Second coming feel like Armageddon
Left the country I ain't even tell 'em
(No, Nah)
Business moves is all that's on my mental
Leather seats the whip is not a rental
Flood the rari make it rain torrential
(Whoa, Yeah)
Need my dogs to see they true potential
Run with killers ain't coincidental
Been a poet since I graced the pencil
At my lowest I can top your temple
Treat my mind and body like a temple
Soul done set the standard made the template
Gang elite you bearing no resemblance
(Whoa, Yeah)
When I leave I come back with a vengeance
Only time I weep is in repentance
Only thing I seek is validation
(Whoa, Yeah)
Sleeping on me feel like hibernation
Never will I break my concentration
Water on me like its condensation
Yellow Ferrari
458 Italia (Skrrt skrrt)
Whip through the city
Like I got the gold medallion (Er er)
Best part about it
I ain't even Italian (No sir!)
F*ck if you doubt it
My shooters first battalion! (Brrrahh!)
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K Free: Ayy this HiGHconic
Dave Life: Yeah talk that talk from Pakistan K Free
K Free: Man ya'll ain't know nothin' about the High Life I'll tell ya that much
Dave Life: Let's run it
Yellow Ferrari
458 Italia (Skrrt skrrt)
Whip through the city
Like I got the gold medallion (Er er)
Best part about it
I ain't even Italian (No sir!)
F*ck if you doubt it
My shooters first battalion! (Brrrahh!)
Blue Maserati
Sippin Biscotti with Martin Scorsese
Im always talking' fugazi
Except when it's facts they tell me relax
But it's been the same since the eighties, hate me
I just been fiendin' for greatness, lately
I just been feelin' ya hatred, play me
City blocks in the spaceship, hazy
I just been locked in the basement daily
Daily, nightly, weekly, monthly
Save me, fight me, free me from me
Hate me, spite me, see me, judge me
Davey Life I'm feelin' lucky (Feelin' lucky!)
I got my vision up to Polaris
Better watch that throne 'for I go to Paris (Runnin' it up!)
Yellow Ferrari
458 Italia (Skrrt skrrt)
Whip through the city
Like I got the gold medallion (Er er)
Best part about it
I ain't even Italian (No sir!)
F*ck if you doubt it
My shooters first battalion! (Brrrahh!)
747
30,000 feet high above the heavens
Need to ease the tension
Bridge the gap I'm caught up in suspension
Hit the gas I'm blown out the engine
Time and space I search for new dimensions
Writin' past the margins need extensions
Foreign money green and red complexion
Surgical the flow perform dissections
Killed the beat perform a resurrection
Second coming feel like Armageddon
Left the country I ain't even tell 'em
(No, Nah)
Business moves is all that's on my mental
Leather seats the whip is not a rental
Flood the rari make it rain torrential
(Whoa, Yeah)
Need my dogs to see they true potential
Run with killers ain't coincidental
Been a poet since I graced the pencil
At my lowest I can top your temple
Treat my mind and body like a temple
Soul done set the standard made the template
Gang elite you bearing no resemblance
(Whoa, Yeah)
When I leave I come back with a vengeance
Only time I weep is in repentance
Only thing I seek is validation
(Whoa, Yeah)
Sleeping on me feel like hibernation
Never will I break my concentration
Water on me like its condensation
Yellow Ferrari
458 Italia (Skrrt skrrt)
Whip through the city
Like I got the gold medallion (Er er)
Best part about it
I ain't even Italian (No sir!)
F*ck if you doubt it
My shooters first battalion! (Brrrahh!)
Dave Life: Yeah talk that talk from Pakistan K Free
K Free: Man ya'll ain't know nothin' about the High Life I'll tell ya that much
Dave Life: Let's run it
Yellow Ferrari
458 Italia (Skrrt skrrt)
Whip through the city
Like I got the gold medallion (Er er)
Best part about it
I ain't even Italian (No sir!)
F*ck if you doubt it
My shooters first battalion! (Brrrahh!)
Blue Maserati
Sippin Biscotti with Martin Scorsese
Im always talking' fugazi
Except when it's facts they tell me relax
But it's been the same since the eighties, hate me
I just been fiendin' for greatness, lately
I just been feelin' ya hatred, play me
City blocks in the spaceship, hazy
I just been locked in the basement daily
Daily, nightly, weekly, monthly
Save me, fight me, free me from me
Hate me, spite me, see me, judge me
Davey Life I'm feelin' lucky (Feelin' lucky!)
I got my vision up to Polaris
Better watch that throne 'for I go to Paris (Runnin' it up!)
Yellow Ferrari
458 Italia (Skrrt skrrt)
Whip through the city
Like I got the gold medallion (Er er)
Best part about it
I ain't even Italian (No sir!)
F*ck if you doubt it
My shooters first battalion! (Brrrahh!)
747
30,000 feet high above the heavens
Need to ease the tension
Bridge the gap I'm caught up in suspension
Hit the gas I'm blown out the engine
Time and space I search for new dimensions
Writin' past the margins need extensions
Foreign money green and red complexion
Surgical the flow perform dissections
Killed the beat perform a resurrection
Second coming feel like Armageddon
Left the country I ain't even tell 'em
(No, Nah)
Business moves is all that's on my mental
Leather seats the whip is not a rental
Flood the rari make it rain torrential
(Whoa, Yeah)
Need my dogs to see they true potential
Run with killers ain't coincidental
Been a poet since I graced the pencil
At my lowest I can top your temple
Treat my mind and body like a temple
Soul done set the standard made the template
Gang elite you bearing no resemblance
(Whoa, Yeah)
When I leave I come back with a vengeance
Only time I weep is in repentance
Only thing I seek is validation
(Whoa, Yeah)
Sleeping on me feel like hibernation
Never will I break my concentration
Water on me like its condensation
Yellow Ferrari
458 Italia (Skrrt skrrt)
Whip through the city
Like I got the gold medallion (Er er)
Best part about it
I ain't even Italian (No sir!)
F*ck if you doubt it
My shooters first battalion! (Brrrahh!)
Writer: David Pincus, Kasim Jafri
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid