Paris Lyrics

So I

Pack up my bags

Got a one way to paris

A few grams in my pocket

A couple dollars from parents

Want you

Right by my side

But you never replied

So I must touch the sky

I gotta fly

I Gotta

Pack up my bags

Can't stand and other day

Of this wicked wildness place

They fighting they race

A color of their gang

Don't know what it all means

But Paris sounds good if you ask me

Aye

Paris de France

Walk in the street in the sun

Taking it all in at once

Crescent de moon

Look like a fucking crescent

Ripping the fuck out the bong

Give me a month

I gonna do what I want

Flock to my light like moth

I gotta wand

Throwing some hunnits and ones

Hold on lil bitch gotta glock

Yeah

She got a glock by her thong

Clock on the wall

Tell me what time do it say

If it's not money it's wrong

D in the p

Putting right where it belongs

And she know that it be-long

She wanna see

Sneak her a peek of the peen

Pack up up my bags and i'm gone

So I

Pack up my bags

Got a one way to paris

A few grams in my pocket

A couple dollars from parents

Want you

Right by my side

But you never replied

So I must touch the sky

I gotta fly

I Gotta

Pack up my bags

Can't stand and other day

Of this wicked wildness place

They fighting they race

A color of their gang

Don't know what it all means

But Paris sounds good if you ask me

So I

Pack up my bags

Got a one way to paris

A few grams in my pocket

A couple dollars from parents

Want you

Right by my side

But you never replied

So I must touch the sky

I gotta fly

I Gotta

Pack up my bags

Can't stand and other day

Of this wicked wildness place

They fighting they race

A color of their gang

Don't know what it all means

But Paris sounds good if you ask me