Stew - Float Lyrics

Float so high, I'm in heaven
Float so high, I'm in heaven
Float so high, I'm in heaven
But I haven't met the reverend
'Cause I'll never do confession
Busy counting all my blessings
Ain't a reason to be stressing
I'm the shit, teach you a lesson

Hold up
Roll up
Pour up
More cups
And I think we need a couple more sluts
Got the whores knocking on my door but
One day they'll be naked on my tour bus
Can I afford this?
Or should I forge it?
Gotta make a fortune
I'll never forfeit
That's horseshit
One day I'll be driving in a Porsche with
A bad bish
Getting it established, right now
So go ahead, write that down
Or screenshot so I can't lie now
Real dreams don't die out
I promise Imma make it bish
Like a good jump shot
Make that thing go swish
If I had one wish on my Aladdin shit
I'd have the baddest bish sitting on my dick saying let's get rich
No more counterfeits when I count Franklin's and I bag them zips
With a Magnum clip on the side of my hip like
"Gun control ain't no fun no more"
Shut the f*ck up!
What do we fund 'em for?
"I need a semi-automatic when I'm hunting for a rabbit and by rabbit I mean I'm putting some people in a casket"
That's whack shit
"But taxes"
Nah, I'm back to the rap shit
Music blasting
Gotta doobie I'm passing
I'm back in action like a movie with Ashton Kutcher
Smoking on good kush out in Aspen
Down to my last cent
Thank God that I signed to HasBeen
We gonna make it happen like Janet Jackson at the Super Bowl with J.T. at halftime
Nip slip, send a dick pic like Brett Favre did
Damn, I'm better than all y'all shit
Drinking on a Bud Light and I got some bud right in my backpack
Think it's gonna be a good night
Two blunts and a fifth, "Stew you right"
Two hits of the blunt now you high
Two drinks from my cup, babe you drive
Two drinks from my cup, babe you drive
Aye, you drive
Two drinks from my cup, babe you drive
Two drinks from my cup, babe you drive

Float so high, I'm in heaven
Float so high, I'm in heaven
Float so high, I'm in heaven
But I haven't met the reverend
Never do confession
Counting all my blessings
Ain't a reason to be stressing, Amen!