Only one lighter on my dresser
And I ain't gotta worry 'bout the weather
If you gotta problem, no pressure
Head up in the sky, feeling better
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
Uh
Still a youngin', nuggets in the oven
Quiet bout corruption, inconspicuous, unpunished
Popping bottles at the function, apeshit I ain't bluffing
Dumping money like its nothing, bumping all the cussing
Flow is ill, Thebes in Oedipus
Complex, Giannis in the post, but the 3 the easiest
When in Rome I do what I want, disobedient
I don't follow media, I cook with my ingredients
I rap immaculate, you fags get smoked like wraps and wicks
I trap like Albin Countergambit, facts
I'm stacked like Oakland has it
Lacking talent, y'all are tryna be cool
But I don't need to try to do that and my songs are good too
I'm sick of all the mantra, I'm adding on the comma
Holla to Nirvana, spitting with a lotta chakra
Came up from the bottom now I rock with prima donnas
Never caught up in the drama, in Bahamas sipping mama
Only one lighter on my dresser
And I ain't gotta worry 'bout the weather
If you gotta problem, no pressure
Head up in the sky, feeling better
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
She like Leia, she call me Vader
Why you tryna stunt? Rod's father, faker
Mac or Kelly? Call me Teddy, neighbor
Party every season, always Breakers
Yeah, I started off little, now my life's a Stanley Kubrick
Girls on me now like an apple to a Newton
Used to hate but now they feel real stupid, your girl want kamasutra
Getting head like the basket at the execution
Flows is hot, rear-ended Pinto
You's a PT with a garbage bag for a window
Young boy, cut you off like Garavito
Whipping Ramsay in the Kitchen, y'all been rapping so Dorito
I mean the fingers after
Your girl? I fingered after
Ringers off, your bringing chatter and I'm serving faster, bars
Casper rapper, but the factor doesn't matter
I could be a troglodyte, but I'm still rapping Jimmy Castor
Only one lighter on my dresser
And I ain't gotta worry 'bout the weather
If you gotta problem, no pressure
Head up in the sky, feeling better
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
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Only one lighter on my dresser
And I ain't gotta worry 'bout the weather
If you gotta problem, no pressure
Head up in the sky, feeling better
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
Uh
Still a youngin', nuggets in the oven
Quiet bout corruption, inconspicuous, unpunished
Popping bottles at the function, apeshit I ain't bluffing
Dumping money like its nothing, bumping all the cussing
Flow is ill, Thebes in Oedipus
Complex, Giannis in the post, but the 3 the easiest
When in Rome I do what I want, disobedient
I don't follow media, I cook with my ingredients
I rap immaculate, you fags get smoked like wraps and wicks
I trap like Albin Countergambit, facts
I'm stacked like Oakland has it
Lacking talent, y'all are tryna be cool
But I don't need to try to do that and my songs are good too
I'm sick of all the mantra, I'm adding on the comma
Holla to Nirvana, spitting with a lotta chakra
Came up from the bottom now I rock with prima donnas
Never caught up in the drama, in Bahamas sipping mama
Only one lighter on my dresser
And I ain't gotta worry 'bout the weather
If you gotta problem, no pressure
Head up in the sky, feeling better
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
She like Leia, she call me Vader
Why you tryna stunt? Rod's father, faker
Mac or Kelly? Call me Teddy, neighbor
Party every season, always Breakers
Yeah, I started off little, now my life's a Stanley Kubrick
Girls on me now like an apple to a Newton
Used to hate but now they feel real stupid, your girl want kamasutra
Getting head like the basket at the execution
Flows is hot, rear-ended Pinto
You's a PT with a garbage bag for a window
Young boy, cut you off like Garavito
Whipping Ramsay in the Kitchen, y'all been rapping so Dorito
I mean the fingers after
Your girl? I fingered after
Ringers off, your bringing chatter and I'm serving faster, bars
Casper rapper, but the factor doesn't matter
I could be a troglodyte, but I'm still rapping Jimmy Castor
Only one lighter on my dresser
And I ain't gotta worry 'bout the weather
If you gotta problem, no pressure
Head up in the sky, feeling better
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
And I ain't gotta worry 'bout the weather
If you gotta problem, no pressure
Head up in the sky, feeling better
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
Uh
Still a youngin', nuggets in the oven
Quiet bout corruption, inconspicuous, unpunished
Popping bottles at the function, apeshit I ain't bluffing
Dumping money like its nothing, bumping all the cussing
Flow is ill, Thebes in Oedipus
Complex, Giannis in the post, but the 3 the easiest
When in Rome I do what I want, disobedient
I don't follow media, I cook with my ingredients
I rap immaculate, you fags get smoked like wraps and wicks
I trap like Albin Countergambit, facts
I'm stacked like Oakland has it
Lacking talent, y'all are tryna be cool
But I don't need to try to do that and my songs are good too
I'm sick of all the mantra, I'm adding on the comma
Holla to Nirvana, spitting with a lotta chakra
Came up from the bottom now I rock with prima donnas
Never caught up in the drama, in Bahamas sipping mama
Only one lighter on my dresser
And I ain't gotta worry 'bout the weather
If you gotta problem, no pressure
Head up in the sky, feeling better
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
She like Leia, she call me Vader
Why you tryna stunt? Rod's father, faker
Mac or Kelly? Call me Teddy, neighbor
Party every season, always Breakers
Yeah, I started off little, now my life's a Stanley Kubrick
Girls on me now like an apple to a Newton
Used to hate but now they feel real stupid, your girl want kamasutra
Getting head like the basket at the execution
Flows is hot, rear-ended Pinto
You's a PT with a garbage bag for a window
Young boy, cut you off like Garavito
Whipping Ramsay in the Kitchen, y'all been rapping so Dorito
I mean the fingers after
Your girl? I fingered after
Ringers off, your bringing chatter and I'm serving faster, bars
Casper rapper, but the factor doesn't matter
I could be a troglodyte, but I'm still rapping Jimmy Castor
Only one lighter on my dresser
And I ain't gotta worry 'bout the weather
If you gotta problem, no pressure
Head up in the sky, feeling better
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
I'm looking up
Everything's okay
Writer: Chris Piché
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid