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Low Hanging Fruit - Way Up lyrics

Artist: Low Hanging Fruit

album: Way Up


Yeah
It's Low Hanging Fruit
LHF, LHF, LHF
Hey
Well connected, well respected (Yeah)
Fuck all your suggestions
I be shining, ain't no question (Ooh)
You could learn some lessons
He be boujee, he be flexing (Yes)
That's your first impresion (Yeah)
I be cool with my reflection (Hey)
Pure as my intentions
Well connected, well respected
Fuck all your suggestions
I be shining, ain't no question (Ooh)
You could learn some lessons
He be boujee, he be flexing (Ooh)
That's your first impression (Gang)
I be cool with my reflection (Yeah)
Pure as my intentions
Laid up with the hawks, up at fourteen thousand feet (¡Si!)
Run up to the top, smokin' weed up at the peak (Gang!)
Don't know what it is, I just love the color green
Yeah, brought it to the forest, then I fucked her in the trees
That's a day hike, bought it and I smoked it
In the same night, eat it and I love it if it tastes right
Put it in my face like, "Damn", It's gonna be a late night
Man, it's a great life, I wake up every day like, "Work"
Push another pack
Go record a track
Clean your room and clear the ash (Yeah)
Open table in the back
Stack the cash and fuck that bitch
Wear your chain and love that shit
Gucci on, they love my kicks
Way up, this some other shit (Yeah, yeah)
Up on a cloud (Up on a cloud)
Blowin' a pound (Blowin' a pound)
Don't hear a sound (Don't hear a sound)
I'll never come down (I'll never come down)
Do it like me (Do it like me)
You gotta be free (You gotta be free)
You gotta have weed (You gotta have weed)
You gotta go beast (You gotta go beast)
Way up like time is
Way up, the mindstate
Way up, in my state
Way up, I skyscrape
Way up, the best health
Way up, the top shelf
Way up, a high hill
Way up, how I feel
My city elevated, to the top, bet I make it
Still a boss, who in charge? (Uh)
Two of each, Noah's Ark (Uh)
Gotta finish what you start
Make her laugh, Kevin Hart (Haha)
I look brighter in the dark
So I'm that nigga going hard
Going!
Caught 'em at the tuna then
I turned 'em to a great white
Or he could be sleepin' but for me
It's been a late night
Tell 'em we ain't havin' that (Agh)
Where his chain, we snatchin' that
Comfortable with switchin'
We was missions in your habitat
Raw dog, no lock jaw (Ooh!)
I need my floor rock
Granite on a hard top
Soup shooting a long shot (Agh)
Iced out with a lemonade (Ooh)
Staying strong for the better days (Agh)
One way, we lift up
Move weight, get zipped up (Agh)
Dark skin with cornrows
Same pants and gold toes
Move slow but run shit
First-round and first pick
Way up like (Low Hanging Fruit)
Way up like (I am)
Way up like (Hey)
Way up like
Well connected, well respected
Fuck all your suggestions
I be shining, ain't no question (Ooh)
You could learn some lessons
He be boujee, he be flexing (Ooh)
That's your first impression (Gang)
I be cool with my reflection (Yeah)
Pure as my intentions
Well connected, well respected
Fuck all your suggestions
I be shining, ain't no question
You could learn some lessons
He be boujee, he be flexing
That's your first impression
I be cool with my reflection
Pure as my intentions (Ooh)
Stay inside of trees
Like a motherfuckin' soldier
I don't need a plug
Get my weed from Magnolia
What you tryna do the way
You sittin' on that sofa? (Real)
Look at me again
I'll turn you 'round and bend you over
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Mothafucka' this ain't over
Go up, go up, go up
Like a Six Flags roller coaster (Gang)
She say she from Boulder
So I know she a smoker (Yeah)
I know she do yoga
So I know I can fold her (Agh)
Way up, so way up, I'm gone
Touchdowns on top of the dome
I've seen the blood on the leaves
Family that comes from the trees
Levitate, elevation
Almost there, keep on racing
Graduate, make it last
CBD in my class
I'm way up, so way up, I'm gone
Touchdowns on top of the dome
I've seen the blood on the leaves
Family that comes from the trees
Levitate, elevation
Almost there, keep on racing
Graduate, make it last
CBD in my class
Let's go, up and away!
I dropped Danny at his home
Spit right out of 'em
And you just drop in
And just smack the lip
Whapaaa!
Drop down? Yapaaa!
Hey, Jimmy!
Do these fusion reactors need fuel rods?
Come on, Sheen, it's not rocket science!
You just have to - actually, I guess it is rocket science
No fuel rods, Sheen!
Ah, Okay

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