Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I fantasized about this back in Chicago
Mercy, mercy me, that Murcielago
That’s me, the first year that I blow
How you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablo
Me drown sorrow in that Diablo
Me found bravery in my bravado
DJs need to listen to the models
You ain’t got no [bad word]  Yeezy in your Serrato? (“You ain’t got no Yeezy, [bad word] ”)
Stupid, but what the [bad word] do I know?
I’m just a Chi-town [bad word] with a Nas flow
And my [bad word] in that new Phoebe Philo
So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow

Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

Look like a fat booty Celine Dion [bad word] is on fire, I’m the King of Leon
And Louis, beyond the [bad word] Hey, teacher, teacher, tell me how do you respawn the students?
And refresh the page and restart the memory?
Respark the soul and rebuild the energy?
We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemies
Sorry for the night demons that still visit me
The plan was to drink until the pain over
But what’s worse, the pain or the hangover?
Fresh air, rollin’ down the window
Too many Urkels on your team, that’s why your wins low
Don’t make me pull the toys out, huh
Don’t make me pull the toy-o-oy-oys
And fire up the engines
And then they make no-o-oi-o-oise

Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

At the mall, there was a seance
Just kids, no parents
Then the sky filled with heron
(I saw the devil) In a Chrysler LeBaron
And the [bad word]  it wouldn’t spare us
(And the fires did declare us)
(But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress)
(And moved her back in Paris)

Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh

Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh