[Hook: Nikkiya]
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It must be Paradise
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Riding in my old school underneath the city sky
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And I'm so gone
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My mind is paralyzed
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Drinking while my pinky ring is blinging off the city lights
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Yea paradise
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[Verse 1: Rittz]
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Old school Montecarlo fuck a foreign whip
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Speakers knock knocking in the trunk and my joint is lit
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And what I got is on my job some exotic I'm just happy I can finally afford this shit
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My kicks too brand new cause I'm new with these
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LRG Denim with the Diamond tee
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Bumping Big K.R.I.T in my time machine
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My chain hanging from my neck like a tire swing
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No use admiring me
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Bet I'll pass you by by the time you blink
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I've been trying to strive for the finer things
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I wanna fuck get high and drink until I hear the fat lady and the choir sing
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I've been acquiring expensive tastes
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Taking vacations to private beaches
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On tour in Destin Florida
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On a Georgia beach, drinking pomegranate margaritas
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I'm in Chattanooga
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Hit New Orleans
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(unclear) down in Austin Texas
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Fuck mimosas, drinking crown off coasters, poached eggs and filet mignon for breakfast
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You can send me a text but don't expect a reply
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I'm too busy to talk so now my voicemail full
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Then it's back to the ATL
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Hit the mall then all my homeboys fell through
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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
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Back home to my centerfold dinner roll pussy wishin me and her crawl in bed
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And we could spoon
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Til about noon
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Watching episodes of the Sopranos
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Turn the T.V. off
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(unclear)
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Fuck her to the sound of the piano
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It must be paradise
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[Hook: Nikkiya]
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It must be Paradise
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Riding in my old school underneath the city sky
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And I'm so gone
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My mind is paralyzed
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Drinking while my pinky ring is blinging off the city lights
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Yea paradise
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[Verse 2: Rittz]
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No more hourly wage washing fryers and pans
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No more feeling embarrassed wearing this uniform trying to find a place to wash my hands
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I'm really hoping that nobody in the store recognized me
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Changing my clothes in a bathroom stall I got a call it's my manager
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He said "dog, Wolf wants you at the radio station" just great I'm late
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I missed out he had to do his shit without me
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Funny how we was talking about quitting last year and giving up on the wildest dream
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But this year I'm seeing a different outcoming
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I'm looking down on my balcony I see hoes
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I see gold
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Casinoes
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I see hoes
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And free clothes
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Oh what these, you ain't never seen those
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I used to be broke my pockets on beanpole
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Now the world looks brighter to me when I'm looking out of the peephole
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I see palm tree gazebos
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The same paint in the streets of Greensboro
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Just got cooked of people calling me gringo
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Domingo
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Everything started to make sense
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I wish that I could shake the hand
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Of every fan
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Who ever bought my shit and showed love to me thanks again cause this must be paradise
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[Hook: Nikkiya]
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It must be Paradise
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Riding in my old school underneath the city sky
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And I'm so gone
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My mind is paralyzed
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Drinking while my pinky ring is blinging off the city lights
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Yea paradise
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Paradise
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Rittz |