Russ - Paris lyrics

[Produced by Russ] [Intro: Russ] Too many people just dying, and im not even talkin physically [Verse 1: Russ] Last week was Seattle In two weeks itll be Denver In between was New York City and Atlanta on my schedule Its apparent ive adopted a new lifestyle Flyin round this country rackin up these f**in skymiles Got my girl back home feelin trapped straight suffocating But dont you worry Cause the moves that need to be made to break you out Russ is making And they tell me I should sing more I just tell 'em cool yo Thats why I dropped that How To Rob And bit yalls hands like cujo I thought high school ended But yall still playin daddys ball So yall might blow up quicker But yall won't stay up yall need adderall And half these magazines And damn near all these writers Are a bunch of f**ing failed musicians talkin sh** to spite us But secretly they like us So dont stick out your hand to me Get back to your 9-5 and your cla** And watch me live your f**in fantasy [Hook x2: Russ] Y'all needa get up and get out now Do something with all of your time Hope you recognize who you are and what you could do Hope that you're not lost in your 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 you But your shows been cancelled Russ taking over 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 actualizing dreams into cash and Makin sh** happen wa**up [Hook x2: Russ] Y'all needa get up and get out now Do something with all of your time Hope you recognize who you are and what you could do Hope that you're not lost in your mind [Verse 3: Russ] I treat this world like a canvas My mind is the paint brush f** you and him and her Yall motherf**ers ain't Russ Can't touch the young god Feelin like an OG Might as well hit the blunt Now where the f**s the OE Follow closely To the only Motherf**er keepin it so me Authentic Short term Beach house for my mom Long driveway Cars in it Superstar vision while cigars spinning 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 livin Got caught slippin By the police had to ditch that b**h God hittin my phone Devil pullin 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 you better know me Im the gilligan Feelin like I'm boutta cash out Hair down middle fingers up with my a** out My mind is the traphouse Man this b**h is bunkin Imma full time magician Turnin nothing into something Tell me what the f** is up [Hook x2: Russ] Y'all needa get up and get out now Do something with all of your time Hope you recognize who you are and what you could do Hope that you're not lost in your mind