Way Up

Way up, way up Way up, way up Way up, way up Way up, way up You can't touch me in the back seat I've been cruisin' around with a black tee All the fake shit, don't attract me I like the freak girls, yeah, they too nasty Yeah, you gotta stay sharp like a ice pick Yeah, I beat that pussy up like I'm fuckin' Tyson Yeah, she suck, then she gotta lick the icing Ride around town like a UPS driver Yeah, you gotta stay sharp like MacGyver This shit get deep like a fuckin' free diver Yeah, I'm too rare like a liger One, two, three, countin' bands till my eyes hurt Way up, way up Way up, way up Way up, way up Way up, way up Yeah, I beat that pussy up like I'm Tyson Word around town, you a bitch and you bitin Yeah, all the fake shit is not frightening Cause you don't see that you really not like him Yeah, you gotta stay sharp like a ice pick Yeah, I beat that pussy up like I'm fuckin' Tyson Yeah, she suck and she gotta lick the icing Ride around town like a UPS driver Yeah, you gotta stay sharp like MacGyver This shit get deep like a fuckin' free diver Yeah, I'm too rare like a liger One, two, three, countin' bands till my eyes hurt Way up, way up Way up, way up Way up, way up Way up, way up Yeah, yeah, way up Yeah, yeah, way up Yeah, yeah, way up Yeah, yeah, way up I'm so high to the moon, I can see the stars Yeah, I'm driftin' really far, all the way to mars Yeah, I'm floatin' through the air like I'm Peter Pan Yeah, I got this bitch spinnin' like a ceiling fan Yeah, yeah, way up Yeah, yeah, way up Yeah, yeah, way up Yeah, yeah, way up