Paradise

[Hook: Nikkiya]

It must be Paradise

Riding in my old school underneath the city sky

And I'm so gone

My mind is paralyzed

Drinking while my pinky ring is blinging off the city lights

Yea paradise

[Verse 1: Rittz]

Old school Montecarlo fuck a foreign whip

Speakers knock knocking in the trunk and my joint is lit

And what I got is on my job some exotic I'm just happy I can finally afford this shit

My kicks too brand new cause I'm new with these

LRG Denim with the Diamond tee

Bumping Big K.R.I.T in my time machine

My chain hanging from my neck like a tire swing

No use admiring me

Bet I'll pass you by by the time you blink

I've been trying to strive for the finer things

I wanna fuck get high and drink until I hear the fat lady and the choir sing

I've been acquiring expensive tastes

Taking vacations to private beaches

On tour in Destin Florida

On a Georgia beach, drinking pomegranate margaritas

I'm in Chattanooga

Hit New Orleans

(unclear) down in Austin Texas

Fuck mimosas, drinking crown off coasters, poached eggs and filet mignon for breakfast

You can send me a text but don't expect a reply

I'm too busy to talk so now my voicemail full

Then it's back to the ATL

Hit the mall then all my homeboys fell through

Then we threw a couple dollars at the hoes on the pole got to go because I know I'll spend up all my bread

Back home to my centerfold dinner roll pussy wishin me and her crawl in bed

And we could spoon

Til about noon

Watching episodes of the Sopranos

Turn the T.V. off

(unclear)

Fuck her to the sound of the piano

It must be paradise

[Hook: Nikkiya]

It must be Paradise

Riding in my old school underneath the city sky

And I'm so gone

My mind is paralyzed

Drinking while my pinky ring is blinging off the city lights

Yea paradise

[Verse 2: Rittz]

No more hourly wage washing fryers and pans

No more feeling embarrassed wearing this uniform trying to find a place to wash my hands

I'm really hoping that nobody in the store recognized me

Changing my clothes in a bathroom stall I got a call it's my manager

He said "dog, Wolf wants you at the radio station" just great I'm late

I missed out he had to do his shit without me

Funny how we was talking about quitting last year and giving up on the wildest dream

But this year I'm seeing a different outcoming

I'm looking down on my balcony I see hoes

I see gold

Casinoes

I see hoes

And free clothes

Oh what these, you ain't never seen those

I used to be broke my pockets on beanpole

Now the world looks brighter to me when I'm looking out of the peephole

I see palm tree gazebos

The same paint in the streets of Greensboro

Just got cooked of people calling me gringo

Domingo

Everything started to make sense

I wish that I could shake the hand

Of every fan

Who ever bought my shit and showed love to me thanks again cause this must be paradise

[Hook: Nikkiya]

It must be Paradise

Riding in my old school underneath the city sky

And I'm so gone

My mind is paralyzed

Drinking while my pinky ring is blinging off the city lights

Yea paradise