Marc E. Ba**y - On Top lyrics

[Verse 1] Jesus freak rappers in the Hollywood streets You need cleats keeping up with the whippersnappers East Hollywood with the hookers and broken dancers And the crooked eye fueling all the hopeless romantics Pardon all my daily antics, daily doses Just a little something, turn down [my neurosis] I'm in love with the world, pour a shot for it And these lines open doors, you would knock for it Quoted lines inked up from your favorite writer We just living out these dreams, vicarious it seems The higher up I get, the lower the self esteem I want suicide doors and five stories to lean The feelings down deep, you should brandish those And welcome all emotional bullet holes Let the blood run down, cover up your clothes Don't let your fashion cover up what your pa**ion holds f**ing wearing Belmont, talking to your bail bond Getting money but you still got hell to run from Five flights to Vegas, lets do it in one month Baby you can get dough and I'll go and record something I see the world in stories, I dream up these situations Lines in my mind, back-and-forth like I'm pacing Racing like Sears Point, joint lit, never complacent [Pre-Chorus] Let me get my smoke in the air Looking out the window to the world We could get away and take a trip [Chorus] Smoke in the air, we blowing up Window to the whip, all tinted up Baby take a trip, we can work it out Champagne sipping we can toast now Wood grain gripping while she go south East Hollywood from my coat down [Post-Chorus] Now come get on top I wanna watch you Now come get on top I need something to look up to Yeah come get on top I really wanna watch you Yeah come get on top I need something to look up to [Bridge 2](x2) Show me where to go Show, show me where to go Bust it for a real Bust, bust it for a real [Verse 2] Scientologist in the Hollywood streets I get creep when they talk about dianetics I guess to get through life you got to have a code-of-ethics My moral compa** always said to stay out 'til breakfast I'm co-dependent, I rely on push come to shove Just to make sure that you mean it when you say it's "love" I tried a million ways to make it out this war But I'm done trying to find out what they pay me for b**h I'm really living, swimming in the funk like I'm Boosie Got rid of my scene girl, shout out to Oozie Bill Withers said it best "you can go and use me" (you can use me up) Loose-leaf cigarette dragging while I make a movie I think that you're best dress when you wear a two-piece Me and my roommates installing multiple jacuzzis Summer coming and we stunting, Nick running f**ing power And Ba**y got paid just to talk for an hour My circle is the one they wanna be in Courtside, side-betting at the Colosseum Ain't no more waiting in line, baby follow me in And Fess got us worked out, that's the f**ing te-am [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] [Post-Chorus] [Bridge](x2)