Lyrics

Up this high for a piece of mind
Came far, can’t look behind
If these thoughts make me vain
Tyrant, tyrant be my name
Black eye, they gonna jump me till they feet hurt
Spitting out my blood on his t-shirt
Hard to go to sleep when the heat sounding like reverb
It’s like a drum roll
Momma said better duck your head not near the window
Every struggle like a muscle, had to make more
Treat the paper like a college kid boutta take course
Aw man, back ends sound like beep beep
Lemon lime, the diamonds Arnold Palmer come with sweet tea
Brr, brr, sound of the VVs
Always told my grandma she gonna see me out on TV
Let’s play big bank take lil bankroll
Imma trip, got a bag on me, turks and caicos
Blue cheese in my new jeans, it got mold on it
On a roll, diamonds look like dice, tell her blow on it
Up this high for a piece of mind
Came far, can’t look behind
If these thoughts make me vain
Tyrant, tyrant be my name
At the top with the top down, let’ make a wager
I’m pretty baby come and show me some favor
Ice cream cone on the whip guess the flavor
On point, hit my target like a laser
Pew, pew, pew, pew
Four down, slow down
Pew. pew, pew
That’s three in a row now
Diamonds gonna dance, lock arms in a hoedown
Face fears now i reap what i sow now
Up this high for a piece of mind
Came far, can’t look behind
If these thoughts make me vain
Tyrant, tyrant be my name
Written by: Justice Hopper
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