Big K.R.I.T. - Ova Da Sky lyrics

[Hook:] It might be the herb or the rims on the curb That got me seeing so high It must be the clothes or the suicide doors Make 'em break the next exit pa** by It can't be the j**els, I think its the shoes That make me so fly, how fly? [Verse 1: Big KRIT] Now I could rap about cars, more exotic broads Buyin' out the bar like I'm some kinda star Money bags galore, condos by the shore E Elaborate punchlines just to dazzle you some more I could talk about hoes, how I break 'em blindfold Hand behind my back with my mouth taped closed No, talk when it's hot sh**, chillin' when its cold The cushy-cushy highs and the old school lows And can tell you bout French, the diamonds on my neck The liquor in my system but I still didn't wreck Yea, all of that is cool but its mean none the less I'm fly, so way up high [Hook:] [Verse 2: Big KRIT] Now I could rap about haters, guns with the lasers Stripper pole professionals and s**ual favors Ralph Lauren uniform, purple those labels Ferraris and cars, just horses in the stable Yea, we can keep it pimpin' from here down to Jamaica Kingston to Dubai, wherever planes can take us But how about the future? I'm winnin' and they losers My debonairaness, the swag that might seduce ya The, the stars that I-I reach for Fell short and off course and landed on Mars Yea, all of that is cool but it's me nothin' more I'm fly, so way up high [Hook:] [Verse 3: Big Sant] Ey, Now I can talk about the high The way it peels when it landed get hits runways from out the sky The way the sunrise and how the time change up The way the foreign car sound different when it crank up Or maybe 'bout the doughs, up in expose Inside same color pedals of a rose Bustin' maybe on the chocolate got us Minaj with the yella', well I'm just bein' modest So whether you can mop it, cash filled pockets The after sails, or seven seas, thats before we dock it Bro, we gonna save all that for next time 'til then I'm...soaring high [Hook:]