[Hook]
Keep throwing your stones, I’m making my own
Paradise, paradise, para-
My seeds have been sewn, I'm on my way home
Paradise, paradise, para-
[1st Verse]
Palm Trees and that calm breeze
Foreign keys in my palm please
Lamborgini’s in high heels
Fast life my love language
Fell asleep where time flew
Woke up where that grace fell
I think I found God in the middle of nowhere
I know that sounds odd but it’s not if you go there
Feelin’ like it’s Hotel Cal on repeat
Even gotta white girl Lana Del Rey beach
Out in LA rockin cowichan sweaters
Niggas say that hot but I ain’t felt better
Ratchet on a plane nigga hood by air
Fuckin wit you lames nigga shit’s so rare
Grew up in a city of the Stills and the Nash
Nowadays niggas rob and still for the cash
Lay by the ocean a couple laotians
That wanna Rub on lotion i’m trying to stay focus
Tried to save money and stop buying clothing
Then jesus showed up in that new Ricky Owens (Preach)
Said by a yaht now I’m feeling like Noah
Don’t mind the haters and keep this shit goin
My cup over runneth my fawcett is Farrah
Bout to take off in the sky wit ferrera’s (I’m gone)
[Hook]
Keep throwing your stones, I'm makin my own
Paradise, paradise, para-
My seeds have been sewn, I'm on my way home
Paradise, paradise, para-
[Bridge]
I’ll be forsaken for walking this road
Fuck all them niggas who can’t walk alone
Cause I’m out on my own
Not giving up I’m giving in
Not giving up I’m giving in
[2nd Verse]
Did it own my bae who needs a corporation
I might just even smoke tonight somebody call the Haitian's
They told me wait my turn, I'm tired of being patient
In turn we made it happen so tonight's a celebration
Men lie and women lie so what am I to do
If you paying for your followers then numbers lying too
I heard numbers lying too (they lying)
Numbers lying too
Yea you paying for your followers then numbers lying too
Ok it ain’t new to me like nudity before Eve ever took that bite
All of these rude tweets in my news feed make a nigga wanna take the flight
Cut that check and I'll sign that deal
Now everything feel so signed and sealed
Delivered when I puts it down
I wonder if ol’ Stevie can see me know
[Hook]
Keep throwing your stones, I'm makin my own
Paradise, paradise, para-
My seeds have been sewn, I'm on my way home
Paradise, paradise, para-
Paradise was written by Chancellor Warhol & Allie X & Josh Crosby.
Paradise was produced by Josh Crosby.