Take Me There

Uh

Inhale this, clench your fist

Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus

Can ya, picture this

Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams

Cause ya fiend for a toke

My crew tote Tocques and mink coats

On the cell with the boat

What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out?

Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks

Is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs

Cristal pourer, be glad we ain't takin' yours

Boring huh? I'm warnin' ya

Style waits for no bitch, I dream rich

When I fuck with scratch and sniff

Now I stacks the shit, and practice it

So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous

So I can relax a bit, and get my dick licked

Drugs, baby

Haha

Need a little something that can take me there

To a place that I can get away from

My feelings so far away

Somewhere with my head up in the clouds

Suddenly it doesn't feel so loud

So far, away, somewhere

I got 'em

Ayo, platinum choker, heavy smoker

The gun toter, Barrack Obam' supporter

Recently Hillary voter

Smoking loud way up in the cloud

Disappearing in my thoughts

Disappearing from courts

Yao Ming face, eyes chinky

Kush got my breath stinky

50 thousand large shine on my pinky

Women lust me, they say I'm too ghetto

They can't trust me, my timeline be filled with his bitch

He wanna bust me, Mira Mira talk

Coca Cola deals, big scales

Doing different shit, Alaska

SnapChatting at Wheels Donnie

My prognosis is atrocious out the black wraith

Fly shit, never down, I stay with some faith

Ahh

Need a little something that can take me there

To a place that I can get away from

My feelings so far away

Somewhere with my head up in the clouds

Suddenly it doesn't feel so loud

So far, away, somewhere

Dreamt of Ferraris and Ferragamos

Raised on the streets, and married the marijuana

Told the joint terminate my thoughts like Sarah Conner

But it couldn't, but I smoked with Big, a badge of honor

And Faith, what's fate?

Light and 8th and I'm straight

That's the morning

But I'mma need a zip when it's late

I used to sit on the crate

But now I dip in the seats

Of the Cherokee

The therapy's a spliff to the face (huh?)

I'm from the strain gang and the mean team

Cut the lights, turn the beat on, let the pain bang

Light the joint, the escape route

You heard it from the Ghost

But you should it hear it from Faith now

Need a little something that can take me there

To a place that I can get away from

My feelings so far away

Somewhere with my head up in the clouds

Suddenly it doesn't feel so loud

So far, away, somewhere

Ayo Big, we got it

We gon' hold baby-girl down, man

Ay, ay, ay

Talk now baby