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los paris - high starz lyrics

[intro: los paris]
pre flood sh-t. post babylon. book of francis chapter 1

[verse: los paris]
i see the cars and the bangles
stars and they spangled
i see everybody balling money falling like the angels
i try not to get involved, snarled, nor entangled
with the watchers that are impish
cuz’ enlil is kind of tempest
to beg jesus for love is idol do your repentance
worshiping zeus’ enough to get pinned with azazel’s sentence
but f-ck it
skip the ruckus get the dutches and the tree of life
hope he returns before i die i’m trynna see the christ
green haired chick eyes set upon sophia sights
when i was 13 i had a dream i f-cked vegeta’s wife
but thou shall not covet or pull his d-ck out in public
b-tches they hold grudges i think i’ve seen that in judges
we been tweaking all week (all week)
yea egypt finally let a n-gga loose i’m the truth we all seek
don’t even speak and when you do make sure you state that i’m the father’s son
and tell satan i’ve been patient now samyaza’s done
israel need to open up their eyes and run
tell god i think his sheep’s been put to sleep with tranquilizer guns
my mind is free, but masons think cuz’ they supply ya funds
that they can make us slaves so that we dazed the day elijah comes
i’m high
(er) than the stars n-gga
my lines are never out of service i got bars n-gga
the son of man stomping in his son’s of mars n-gga
never played the house i was a bonafide yard n-gga
spit fire feel the burn hard liquor
flat screens make it easy to see the large picture
it’s big chains, bad hoes
in other words you give us h-ll we’ll make heaven -ssh0l-s
fresh as f-ck word to the skyyy
cuz i don’t feel like walking, said today i’ll rather flyyy
you down to sell your soul, b-tch you g-y i’ll rather die
but that’s impossible for pops to do my soul’s rather divine
(ugh)
you keep it a hunnid and you shine, but we the brightest
b-tch we 3hunna, chief keef…leonidas
the sh-t i touch turn to gold like i’m the seed of midas
promise land was home until we rome(d) trynna flee from t-tus
(high)
higher than the stars
you get your weed from cali i get fire sent from mars
connected to the streets like the tire prints from cars
god i’ll smoke til i expire tell yashaya bring the gars
(i’m high) higher than the stars 4x’s

[scene]
son of man: for what good work do you stone me?
authorities: for a good work we do not stone you, but because you being man, make yourself to be god
son of man: but isn’t it written in you laws, i have said ye are gods; and all of you children of the most high

[hook: los paris]
i’m looking at all these n-ggas, and all these b-tches, dying over money and greed
but you can have all these riches cuz’ i ain’t tripping, as long i can smoke my weed

- los paris lyrics

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