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Quake Matthews - Way Up ft. Snak The Ripper
Directed by Stuey Kubrick
Produced by Matty Galaxy & Big Joe
Mixed by Jamie Kuse
Pyro by Kevin Lidemark at Deft-Fx for hire 7787882386
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Lyrics:
Chorus:
I’m Way Up, nobody can blow my high,
Sipping white wine on a west bound flight
And I hope I never come down, I’m Way Up,
I ain’t got no alibi, murder everything that the clouds go by
And I hope I never touch ground, I’m Way Up...
Verse 1 (Quake Matthews)
I don’t see nobody watching,
Do it big and make my moves in silence,
Work like puff till I got puffy eyelids,
Up all night cause I just trust the process, Whoa
She said she was grounded and down to ride
I said baby just embrace the high, I’m Way Up, I’m Way Up.
Where I’m from, There’s a lot of evil in sight
All the odds stacked against us and we roll the dice
I seen a few friends get an early meeting with Christ
I’m still here stackin' chips in the Casino of life, I’m Way Up,
David Blane with the cards I was dealt
Sky high like I’m sitting next to roger Goodell, I’m Way Up
I beat depression no one offered to help
So I now I smile in the mirror when I talk to myself
Chorus:
I’m Way Up, nobody can blow my high,
Sipping white wine on a west bound flight
And I hope I never come down, I’m Way Up,
I ain’t got no alibi, murder everything that the clouds go by
And I hope I never touch ground, I’m Way Up...
Verse 2 (Snak The Ripper)
I don’t hear nobody talkin,
One week your no one then next your poppin,
Out on the road alone it happens often,
Gotta get it in before I’m in a coffin, Whoa
I’m just trying to get right in the head,
Im ‘bout to buy a Nice crib for my Wife and my kid,
Just manifesting the type of life, that I want to live,
So this is all Im thinkin about when I’m writing my shit, I’m way up,
Sometimes, all you need is a second to breathe,
to figure out who it is, you’re destined to be,
take it or leave it, I’m giving em a lesson for free,
they do what I do, but they do it to a lesser degree, I’m way up
like the price of a gram or the cost of gas,
Like hands on an innocent man the cops harass, I’m way up,
Or my stock price if we talking cash,
And how my middle finger lookin when I’m Walkin past, I’m way up
Chorus:
I’m Way Up, nobody can blow my high,
Sipping white wine on a west bound flight
And I hope I never come down, I’m Way Up,
I ain’t got no alibi, murder everything that the clouds go by
And I hope I never touch ground, I’m Way Up...
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