Lyrics Designer or Bape - D.E.E.J

I'm so high that I'm up in space
I can't feel my face
I can't even function like aye
I fill up the wood with an eighth
Smoke it to the face
Catch me in designer or Bape
I'm so high that I'm up in space
I can't feel my face
I can't even function like aye
I fill up the wood with an eighth
Smoke it to the face
Catch me in designer or Bape

I'm like alright lil mama damn hello
Been messing round with my mellow
You makin me melt like Jell-O
Please don't switch like a Nintendo
And no this is not no rental
The rollie a presidential
Two phones on me its essential

I'm so high that I'm up in space
I can't feel my face
I can't even function like aye
I fill up the wood with an eighth
Smoke it to the face
Catch me in designer or Bape
I'm so high that I'm up in space
I can't feel my face
I can't even function like aye
I fill up the wood with an eighth
Smoke it to the face
Catch me in designer or Bape

Aye aye aye aye

Aye I ain't with the fuck shit
Know that I'm quick to get dumping
You know that I'm quick to get paid
This shit really something
Done came up from nothing
You getting ran over if you in the way
I need me more money
More 50's and 100's
Keep stacking and buy
All my time back someday
To keep it a hundred
I just want to do what I do
Get my bread up and stay out the way

I'm so high that I'm up in space
I can't feel my face
I can't even function like aye
I fill up the wood with an eighth
Smoke it to the face
Catch me in designer or Bape
I'm so high that I'm up in space
I can't feel my face
I can't even function like aye
I fill up the wood with an eighth
Smoke it to the face
Catch me in designer or Bape

I'm so high I can't feel my face
Ambient lights in the whip
Like a ship out of space
Plus my wrist on Milky way
Rose colored Cartier glasses
Stay up on my face

I got me a lil mama
Who ain't be about no drama
Just wanna count up my commas
In Gucci and Ferragamo

I'm so high I can't feel my face
Ambient lights in the whip
Like a ship out of space
Plus my wrist on Milky way
Rose colored Cartier glasses
Stay up on my face

We could go down to Bahamas
Or to Las Vegas, Nevada
Out to the island of Fiji
You tell me where
And I'm on it