Dark Fantasy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I fantasized about this back in Chicagomercy, mercy me, that Murcielagothat’s me, the first year that I blowhow you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablome drown sorrow in that Diablome found bravery in my bravadoDJ’s need to listen to the model’sYou ain’t got no fuckin’ Yeezy in your Serrato?(You ain’t got no Yeezy, nigga?)stupid, but what the fuck do I know?I’m just a Chi-town nigga with a nice flowand my bitch in that new Phoebe Philoso much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow

Can we get much higher? (higher, higher)oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Look like a fat booty Celine Dionsex is on fire, I’m the King of Leon-a Lewisbeyond the truesthey, teacher, teachertell me how do you respond to students?and refresh the page and restart the memory?respark the soul and rebuild the energy?we stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemiessorry for the night demons still visit methe plan was to drink until the pain overbut what’s worse, the pain or the hangover?fresh air, rolling down the windowtoo many Urkels on your team, that’s why your wins lowdon’t make me pull the toys out, huhdon’t make me pull the toysand fire up the enginesand then they make noooise

Can we get much higher? (higher, higher)oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

At the mall there was a seancejust kids, no parentsthen the sky filled with heron(I saw the devil) In a Chrysler LeBaronAnd the hell, it wouldn’t spare us(And the fires did declare us)(But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress)(And moved her back in Paris)

Can we get much higher? (higher, higher)oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh