It was perfect, It was O so perfect,
Had our life planned out right down 2 the herses,
Now its only dim lites,the shades play as my curtain,
Sittin round gettin hi',cause I aint 2 fond of the surface,
Never been a fan of heights,but currently reside on Cloud Nena,
Wit 2 cigarillos full of mild reefa.
But like most flights,eventually I'll have 2 land,
Invest now so when Im 40,I don't have 2 plan.
Im nothin less than mastermind,with plots & plans,
2 go & buy a whale 4 a pet,jus so that I can expand,
Most people stand out but I'd rather out stand,
These niggaz with they knees buckled,like welcome 2 the jungle.
& Im Humble like the lion at the top of the mountain,
Far as hell from the ocean,no intentions on drownin',
Pacin' back & forth alone,but I'm feelin so crowded,
& boxed in like a Porshe,but I bet I'll get out it.
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