Rittz - Paradise lyrics

[Intro] [Hook: Nikkiya] It must be Paradise Riding in my old school underneath the city sky And I'm so gone My mind is paralyzed Drinking while my pinky ring is blinging off the city lights Yea paradise [Verse 1: Rittz] Old school Montecarlo f** a foreign whip Speakers knock knocking in the trunk and my joint is lit And what I got is on my job some exotic I'm just happy I can finally afford this sh** My kicks still brand new cuz i move with ease LRG Denim with the Diamond tee Bumping Big K.R.I.T in my time machine My chain hanging from my neck like a tire swing No use admiring me Bet I'll pa** you by by the time you blink I've been trying to strive for the finer things I wanna f** get high and drink until I hear the fat lady and the choir sing I've been acquiring expensive tastes Taking vacations to private beaches On tour in Destin Florida On a Georgia beach, drinking pomegranate margaritas I'm in Chattanooga Hit New Orleans Broke up home, growing down in Austin Texas f** mimosas, drinking crown and coke Poached eggs and filet mignon for breakfast You can send me a text but don't expect a reply I'm too busy to talk so now my voicemail full Then it's back to the ATL Hit the mall then all my homeboys fell through Then we threw a couple dollars at the hoes on the pole got to go because I know I'll spend up all my bread Back home to my centerfold dinner roll p**y wishin me and her crawl in bed And we could spoon Til about noon Watching episodes of the Sopranos Turn the T.V. off Put on Stevie Wonder f** her to the sound of the piano It must be paradise [Hook: Nikkiya] It must be Paradise Riding in my old school underneath the city sky And I'm so gone My mind is paralyzed Drinking while my pinky ring is blinging off the city lights Yea paradise [Verse 2: Rittz] No more hourly wages washing pots and pans No more feeling embarra**ed wearing this uniform trying to find a place to wash my hands I'm really hoping that nobody in the store recognized me Changing my clothes in a bathroom stall I got a call it's my manager He said "dog, Wolf wants you at the radio station" just great I'm late I missed out he had to do his sh** without me Funny how we was talking about quitting last year and giving up on the wildest dream But this year I'm seeing a different outcoming I'm looking down on my balcony I see hoes I see gold Casinoes I see hoes And free clothes Oh what these, you ain't never seen those I used to be broke my pockets on beanpole Now the world looks brighter to me when I'm looking out of the peephole I see palm tree gazebos The same paint in the streets of Greensboro Just got cooked of people calling me gringo Domingo Everything started to make sense I wish that I could shake the hand Of every fan Who ever bought my sh** and showed love to me thanks again cause this must be paradise [Hook: Nikkiya] It must be Paradise Riding in my old school underneath the city sky And I'm so gone My mind is paralyzed Drinking while my pinky ring is blinging off the city lights Yea paradise