Mountains

[Intro: Dominic Fike and Marvin Gaye]
Listen, baby
Oo, I feel it
Ain't no mountain high, Ain’t no valley low
Oo, I feel it
Ain't no river wide enough baby
Versace drop ceilings, look

[Verse 1: Dominic Fike]
Wait wait now, Oo I feel it
Versace drop ceilings
Sake shots feelin' me top, not yet
My check done got lost, along with my head
My memory don’t work, along with my meds
That's why I keep a rhyme, 3 to 5 G's inside me
Scotchy works
Let's be frank, I'll drink anything
I see worse
I see woes, I'll be turnt
Nigga prolly not
I see signs, I peek first, I been
Bumpin' my telly, tellin' myself I’m straight
Stuffed in my belly whenever that time come
Fuck with they tell me, I’m finna fire my dinner time
Ride triple time for my nigga
And they can't tell me shit
No you can’t tell me, not in there
Not aware, I been up, night and day
I'm grindin, tell yo momma everybody get to finish
Nigga witness this penmanship
Oo, I hope you ready
Oo, I hope y'all ready
Wish you never met (ay)
Oo I hope you (ay)
Hold the celly, elevated, Hella, rose it right?
Hella chosen, right?
Talkin downs not my way, Roll his rights
Oh my god
Y'all don’t get em, Y'all don't hear it
Call Rosetta
Jawbone cheddar never knock me off my horse
Y'all know better
Better stop before I'm forced to lore for big quit
The [?] shit, need no more of it
We no foreign kid, wait
Oo I hope y'all ready

[Bridge: Dominic Fike and ripmattblack]
I might hit the freeway
I might hit the, I might hit the
I been up for 3 days
I been up for, I been up for
I might hit
I might hit the freeway
I might hit the freeway
I been up for 3 days
Like, Like 3 days
Lameboyz? Swag
3 days straight

[Verse 2: ripmattblack]
I been up for 3 days, Oo I feel it
I might hit the freeway, I just dropped ceilings
Yeah, we ‘posed to do millions, and we smoke away feelings
I'm a sec away from no savin me, they take my pad
They want cake with me, they wanna pay with me
But ay, we don't call it quits
We ain't for opposites
We don't do cops and shit
No pigs all on my mind, I let em fly
My mind riddle with rhymes, I filled it with prime
And the past half an hour, bland colors
My old folk, my mother
Will never know more suffer
I did not just stutter
My father would never be broke
Oh no, oh why is he so smooth, so cool
Like he dripped in goo
He act like he knew, something I don't know
Rappin' like he'll do, something that we won't
Girl let me spoke, girl let me preach
Girl listen to me, I meant let me speak
So futuristic, so pink
All in my mothers', I drink
I mix it up with some peach
If I'm feelin like mario with all my brothers
Y'all moms is my mother
My moms is yo' mother
Smashin' like no other, pass the smash ball boy
Now they know we're not
And I think I'm ready, ay
‘Cause this shit about to get heavy
And all this juice, we'll have plenty
So I hope that y'all ready, ay
I hope that y'all ready for me, ay
I hope that y'all ready for we

[Outro: Dominic Fike and ripmattblack]
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