12 Disciples - Intellectual

[Chorus]

I'm floatin' high, don't talk to me

I'm rollin' high, don't bother me

So follow me, yeah, come and follow me

In the night streets, dim the lights, please

What the fuck they want? I'm drunk as hell

Fuck work today, I wanna get some tail

Damn my little nigga graduated, man, I wish him well Now there's no more breaking them pies

And making that bail for them scales

Step across that fence and that's your life

When I run that town, that whip about town size

Four chains, they hang on my neck, was dipped in that brown rice

You think something wrong 'cause your shit don't shine bright

But ain't nothing wrong 'cause your shit don't shine bright

I'm floatin' high, don't talk to me

I'm rollin' high, don't bother me

So follow me, yeah, come and follow me

In the night streets, dim the lights, please

It was Friday, what a night, what a situation

My nigga Chase momma called cause he missed that graduation

He told her, "Momma please, have a drink, have a little bit patience

'Cause soon we would be riding in a car with a little ventilation"

Pastor said that we gotta move to congregation

I'm looking for salvation, but I'm drowning in the revelations

XX revolution, this inauguration to the whole nation

If it ain't no head, no sex, then it's masturbation

I'm floatin' high, don't talk to me

I'm rollin' high, don't bother me

So follow me, yeah, come and follow me

In the night streets, dim the lights, please