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Off The Jump - Paradise (Ft. Atwood, Chris Wright, Headhaunter, ​ibrahim & RYCE)



[Intro: Chris Wright]
Bright lights
Can’t help feeling this a zeitgeist
Out here living up a fine life
Got me feeling like
Got me feeling like

[Hook: Atwood & ibrahim]
Got me feeling like it's paradise
I been running there like all my life
Got me feeling like it's paradise
I been running there like all my life
Got me feeling like it's paradise
I swear I'm right about there
All my life I wanted shine somewhere
Got me feeling like it's paradise
I swear I'm right about there
All my life I wanted shine somewhere

[Verse 1: Atwood]
Running through lines like a running back
If you don't get it then run it back
Ay
I did that shit that I shouldn't have
Shh, got me shushing them
They all be acting so suss I swear
Yeah
Run it out
Run it out
Spit on a track til it's running out
My verses all lookin stand up
Yo verses all lookin run down
I might fly I might spike this shit
I wonder what kinda life I'll live, like what is this
To the sky with the heights I'll hit
I shine bright on some high beam shit, in the distance
(×2)
[Bridge: RYCE]
Said if you reaching for the skies put your hands up
Said if you reaching for the clouds put your hands up
Said if you reaching for the stars put your hands up
Said if you want your paradise put your hands up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Headhaunter]
I ain't in this game just to wait up
Wait here for Fate just to change up her make-up
Make up a brand new state where I wake up to Paradise Inc. fresh ink on my pay stub
W-w-w-wade upwards through the swamp, saying curse words with these large weights on my arms
Just to get to paradise like a parasite, take a bite if the pear is ripe or not
Errant knight that walks in a paradox
Wears his blood caked pair of socks
They can't bear to watch him bear the burden, barely heard the bear burst in through the brush
A brush with death, a burgundy dipped brush
Out the thicket with thick cuts, fucked up
Gotta think of way to get up those rungs
Rung the doorbell, wrung out blood, jump up

[Bridge]

[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chris Wright]
Can’t lie I’m the losing type
Shit, I’d hit it raw more but I’m too precise
I don’t know about a wave, but the movement’s tight
Got a short leash, but you know I’m super nice
I might hang ten when I’m bored
Girl called, phased in and I scored
Blame my phrasing and my vocal chords
No explaining why they closing doors
I’m like two shots down from a confidence boost
Trynna wake up every morning just to walk in a booth
When I’m mad at the mic, know we talking it through
This my first love, better never letting it loose
So as long as I got this microphone
And this pen in hand, I’m the light of Rome
Not a sinning man, I’m the rightest wrongs
Got a place in paradise, right at home

[Bridge]

[Hook]