Remy Banks - 7th Heaven (Interlude). lyrics

[Verse 1] Knock knock open up Yo there's too much fog I can't see much I'm puffing on a joint that I rolled for this clutch situation In LES thoughts racing, sh** I'm paranoid Thinking worst case scenarios while I'm trying to avoid one of my old flings Cause I'm with my new thing She asked "what's wrong?" I said my mind's stressed and I'm tired of living headless She understood, hailed a cab She s**ed me all the way until we hit our humble abode No service on my cellular phone Cause of the wing of the building we on sh**ty loft out in TriBeCa Hit it in three positions, call that a trifecta Rolled over to roll over another one I like getting higher than the damn stratosphere for fun Asthmatic n***a but I still got some iron lungs Shorty said she want to know What it was like to grow up in the borough Where all the kings kept it thorough I told her light this here We used to hop on the E Jamaica bound, last stop Hit Gertz copped a fitted Dip out to the collie block Coliseum bottom floor, Benny that's my j**eler Cash out on the chain, not a fan of Frank Mullers Bathing Ape k**er, my whole squad keep it realer n***as can't see it dog, out here wilding (n***as wilding)