Pour me some gin, fill it up
Yeah just put it all in
Popping the bottle ain't no thing
I was gone but now I'm in
Man, I'm just here for the week
And I've missed you all ain't that sweet
Rock it, it's deep
I came for the party, let's get it started
We ain't gonna be discreet
Cause I'm back, like Eminem with platinum plaques
Like 50 with a full six pack
Brace for impact, ah yeah, that's that
Gin and juice sipping
My old friends I've been missing
Everyone is waiting
Holding up a drink and
I'm feeling my head spin
That it be the pack of 6' 4
Or it be the hash from Morocco
Everything around me slow mo
Let me get more, let's go
There might have been something put in my drink
When I'm asking they're smiling and denying
Thinking that I might just buy it, riot
Everyone around is fighting
And I'm just dancing on my own
Get that shit blown
Seven in the morn' trying see who I can bone
Check it when I'm back in Paris
I'm back on the map, plot twist
I'm back for more, Oliver Twist
Just a couple nights and that's it
I take my time (Like that)
Easing my mind (Like that)
I'm glad I've made it that night
I'll go when it's all quiet
My friends are fucked
Spitting out their guts
Can't keep the party up
I close the door shut
Then I'm all alone in a dead zone
And I'm just dancing on my own get that shit blown
Nine in the morn'
See you all next time I'm leaving
Peace you all with time you'll miss me
Everyone's gotta care for something
The ones who don't have nothing
I'm going back to Paris
Peace you all with time you'll miss me
Everyone's gotta care for something
Hometown is waiting on me
I'm going back to Paris Hometown is waiting on me
Nine in the morn'
Waiting by the side of the station
Backpack on my back I'm impatient
Family and friends
Waiting for the train on the other end
That's that
We're closer together
Time and distance taught us to appreciate one another
I say goodbye
Coming back, coming back to my town
And I see the smile on their faces
Next day I'm back to the races
I can't ever deny, yup
I won't ever lie, yup
I don't wanna die in other places
Just let me rise from the masses
I'm on acid?
No not me just weed brother that's it
Represent, repping and that's it
Till I drop dead in a motherfucking casket
On stage when I blast it
Proud of what I've accomplished
Cheers and applause are rising
With peeps I know in the audience
Telling me they liked the show
And they will let people know
How they sure I'm about to blow
When I'm back they'll bring some more
Then I'm all alone in a dead zone
And I'm just dancing on my own get that shit blown
Nine in the morn'
See you all next time I'm leaving
Peace you all with time you'll miss me
Everyone's gotta care for something
The ones who don't have nothing
I'm going back to Paris
Peace you all with time you'll miss me
Everyone's gotta care for something
Hometown is waiting on me
See you all next time I'm leaving
Peace you all with time you'll miss me
Everyone's gotta care for something
The ones who don't have nothing
I'm going back to Paris
Peace you all with time you'll miss me
Everyone's gotta care for something
Hometown is waiting on me
(Paris)
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