What’s Up Paris Texas

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[Intro: Felix]
Yeah, ayy (Yeah, ayy)
[?] unplugged my ear [?] (Yeah, ayy)

[Chorus: Felix]
I can't say what's up, ayy
Lost my trust, ayy
We done called yo' bluff, ayy
Y'all just not that tough, ayy
Got yo' feelings crushed, ayy

[Verse 1: Louie Pastel]
'94 to the eight, sideways
Weak, weak, seven days
Had to have traffic on the highway
Let that bitch leave and need a [?]
Wait, why you screamin', huh?
'Cause I got demons, huh
Angel left my shoulder, me, he say he schemin', huh
Left my markup on this Earth, [?], huh
And I know these scared of me, the [?], huh
From the land where they mask up
V for Vendеtta, the [data?], the bettеr the opps or an obstacle
Popsicles, optional
Freeze up yo' neck and the [neck?] from the [?] come
[?] the testosterone
Rational, I sat back and watched my confidence become minuscule
[than they do in?] any school
[?] cool, never be long like interludes, pitiful
Watched my uncle introduce to tools so these hoes knew the motherfuckin' drill, uh
Louie P, Louie P, how the fuck you feel, huh?
Picture sweet, on my pickle since I got that deal, huh
Sick in the head, sick in the head, had to go pop me a pill, huh
Sick in the head, sick in the head, everybody know that I'm ill, huh
[?] jewish fuck around and have a drink, but I'm not a shooter, uh (Nah)
[High school?] flow, [?] yo' tape, fuck around, call me [?]