Paris Russ

[Intro]
Too many people just dying
I'm not even talkin' physically
Yeah


[Verse 1]
Last week was Seattle
In two weeks it'll be Denver
In between was New York City and Atlanta on my schedule
It's apparent I've adopted a new lifestyle
Flyin' around this country rackin' up these fuckin' skymiles
Got my girl back home feelin' trapped, straight suffocating
But dont you worry, 'cause the moves that need to be made to break you out
Russ is making and they tell me I should sing more
I just tell 'em cool yo
Thats why I dropped that How To Rob
And bit y'alls hands like Cujo
I thought high school ended
But y'all still playin daddy's ball
So y'all might blow up quicker
But y'all won't stay up yall need adderall
And half these magazines and damn near all these writers
Are a bunch of fucking failed musicians talkin' shit to spite us
But secretly they like us
So dont stick out your hand to me
Get back to your 9-5 and your class and watch me live your fuckin fantasy