Russ - Paris lyrics

rate me

(Intro: Russ)

Too many people just dyin', and im not even talking physically

(Verse: Russ)

Last week was Seattle

In 2 weeks it'll be Denver

In between was New York City and Atlanta on my schedule

Its apparent I've adopted a new lifestyle

Flying round this country racking up these fucking skymiles

Got my girl back home feelin' trapped straight suffocatin'

But don't ya worry

Cause the moves that need to be made to break ya out

Russ is makin'

And they tell me I should sing mo'

I just tell 'em cool yo

That's why I dropped that How To Rob

And bit y'alls hands like cujo

I thought high school ended

But y'all still playing daddy's ball

So y'all might blow up quicker

But y'all won't stay up y'all need Adderoll

And half these magazines

And damn near all these writers

Are a bunch of fuckin' failed musicians talking shit to spite us

But secretly they like us

So don't stick out yo hand to me

Get back to yo nine to five and yo class

And watch me live yo fucking fantasy

(Hook x2)

Y'all needa get up and get out now

Do sumthin' with all of yo time

Hope ya recognize who ya are and what ya could do

Hope that you're not lost in yo mind

(Verse 2: Russ)

My ex chick was a handful

Had to cut her off cuz i already got my hands full

Hate to break it to ya

But yo shows been cancelled

Russ takin' ova every channel

Ran thru some Latinas in my area

Just to clear my head real quick

Bout to fly to Paris on a jet real quick

We use to study Latin

Me and Bugus

Now we study actualizin' dreams into cash and

Making shit happen what's up

(Hook x2)

(Verse 3: Russ)

I treat this world like a canvas

My mind is the paint brush

Fuck ya and him and her

Y'all motherfuckers ain't Russ

Can't touch the young god

Feeling like an OG

Might as well hit the blunt

Now where the fucks the OE

Follow closely

To the only

Motherfucker keeping it so me

Authentic

Short term

Beach house for my mom

Long driveway

Cars in it

Superstar vision while cigars spinnin'

Imma phoenix how i walk in (joaquin) it

Recognized the fire embraced it then i walked in it

Rebirth when i walked thru it

Sinatra smooth with a Pac vision

Pop vocals rock living

Got caught slipping

By the police had to ditch that bitch

God hitting my phone

Devil pulling up at my spot

Every once in a while they switch positions

Just to flip flop on me

I could turn a paddle boat into a yacht homie

Only real ones let on board ya betta know me

I'm the Gilligan

Feeling like I'm bout to cash out

Hair down middle fingers up with my ass out

My mind is the traphouse

Man this bitch is bunking

I'mma full time magician

Turning nothin' into sumthin'

Tell me what the fuck is up

(Hook x2)