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Oh shit, you're like Jeepers Creepers Jesus Christ, look at his lips, they're like leeches I out preach the preachers with seamless speeches Can see I'm just one of God's heavenly creatures From West Lon' to these golden beaches Put a finishing touch like cream does to peaches Your guns are needless, my words are ammo All the trapping shit is giving me the hump like a camel 1247 gigs, 62 countries, they said I wasn't big They said I wasn't relevant Now I'm standin' in the room like elephant Leading by example but you can call me Elliot Covid got me rhyming for the hell of it Hip, house, rap, rave, always keep it elegant Tryna stay alive, hope somebody teach me Music game still fucked, R-I-P Avicii You know I kick it when I bring it Let me sing it for the night And I be spittin' to the rhythm While we trippin' in the sky You'll be giving it this And I'll be giving that I always bring the magic Pulling rabbits out of the hat You get me spittin' to the rhythm Letras de cancionesWe'll be trippin' in the sky (Trip, trip, trippin') In the sky (Trip, trip, trippin') In the sky (Ah) Ayy I was a rare variety I tried to do it quietly Show a different side to me The side to me that wasn't sayin' much about my particulars Ridiculous, change the way I'm kissin' this Hit and miss but then had a hit I'm so typical, seldom self-critical, sarcastic git So grit your teeth and grin and bare it Give me a mic, a platform, watch me tear it to pieces This thesis, I'm my own kind of species And so what? Kanye West thinks he's Jesus None ego-centric celebrity stamina You see me show my middle finger straight to the camera A hammerhead shark, on the 'gram, it gets dark Smash it out the park and get Arya Starked Hammer your head like "Bam, bam" when the grand slam Flow be delivering like white van man in a van And the humour's dead pan You've read the wrong plan You've written your swan song Your mum and dad, they should have used a condom You ain't right son Getting off the Mark like I'm Ronson You know I kick it when I bring it Let me sing it for the night And I be spittin' to the rhythm While we trippin' in the sky You'll be giving it this And I'll be giving that I always bring the magic Pulling rabbits out of the hat You get me spittin' to the rhythm We'll be trippin' in the sky (We'll trip in) Th-th-th-the sky (We'll trip, trip in) The sky From Letras Mania