Skizzy Mars Half Past Three

She said she only smokes when she drinks

I said, “but you drink everyday.”

I’m light, girl, we turn up every night

Just young kids trying to figure out this life

I’m just 20

Never worked for pussy, only money

Got a bad tan chick

Yeah I call her Pocahontas

And Mister Minus told me potential means nothin’

Look at me now

Who would’ve thunk it

How’s your average ass life?

And your average ass wife?

These them new Y-3s

We ain’t worried about the price

This a all gold ring

I ain’t worried about the ice

Shawty thinkin’ about tomorrow

I’m just focused on tonight

Poppin’ bottles over here

Think they got a rainforest

They can’t get into the club

So they gotta wait for us

Where the love? Where the love?

We don’t get enough

And where the drugs? Where the drugs?

Cuz you know we came for ’em

[Hook:]

Said its half past three

And look at all the weed

We smoked

Smoked an eighth to the face

And whenever I twist she rolls

I said it’s different over here

Girl we ain’t like most people

They will never understand

But this the only life we know

I got girls in my bedroom

Giuseppes on my couch

Fashion Week girls

Down to turn up off the bounce

Talked about nostalgic shit

Then rolled up like an ounce

Most of them so twisted they could really use some help

And me too

Man me too

And most of these new people I meet

So see through

I just want a pretty girl I can sing to

With the couple friends she’ll be down to bring through

Man these girls so jaded

Man we all so jaded

Ever since we had to face

We be coppin’ tables

Bottles on bottles

I think her daddy paid it

See me there

On my phone

Dizzy lookin faded

Actin’ like we made it

Now the drinks flowin endlessly

And they all wanna be friends with me

Yeah, money, liqueur, and women

Said the nice far from finished

[Hook]

I’m twisted, you twisted

I feel it too

That feelin’ I get when I look at you

My buzz high

The sun shines

I hope you stay

Just stick around

Just for today

I’m twisted, you twisted

I feel it too

That feelin’ I get when I look at you

My buzz high

The sun shines

I hope you stay

Just stick around

Just for today

[Hook]

Skizzy Mars Houdini

Warm nights, and cold sweats

Ima kill the mic, you can place a bet

From a penthouse roof, I broke through

Did some soul searching and music I found you

And maybe I need help, mistakes don’t happen two times

But I always had drive, that’s why I got two rides

Blunt ash on the dash near is pikachu

Only fear is god and that’s why we not fearing you

Real recognize real and we ain’t seeing you

We VIP, ya’ll on – line Phoenix U

After a couple drinks, like 3 or 2

I don’t wanna do the shit that I need to do

Houdini had his tricks and a mask

Strippers got their tips and their ass

And I just write songs that put my life on blast

Hope that ya’ll believe me

I hate that ya’ll can see me, I just wanna disappear, hey

Man I just wanna disappear

Cold nights, I’m lukewarm

A lotta hype, like two songs

That’s pressure like Alesso, its stressful

But fuck it, I can’t do wrong

I need somebody to talk to

FAQ of life, they could give me a walkthrough

Music’s my heart, when its hurt, I call you

When my backbone, foundation’ll fall through

Bring some liquor here, I wanna disappear

I wanna tell god I don’t know what the fuck to do

My problems they haunt me so I then just splurge off

So ill go from barneys, to tom ford, to bergdorf

My ex girls, they cheated, but I swear that’s they’re loss

They saying they pack heat, but baby that’s airsoft

Minnie, I wish you were here now

That’s why I wanna just disappear now, hey

(Raise up to your ability)

Man who made you the boss?

I’m trying to have cameras flash when I walk through

I guess to win some, you just gotta take a loss, or two

(Raise up to your ability)

Looking down from the penthouse, elitist roots

And I was smoking and I ordered like a drink or two

Trying to do more than simply what’s feasible

(Raise up to your ability)

We all scared of our potential

Wanna move my mom to somewhere residential

Gotta keep in mind what really remains essential

(Raise up to your ability)

And I just love making music

Ill quit when it’s a bitch, gotta remain fluid

Cause changing this whole game, I’m the one to do it

Penthouse Music [x4]

Skizzy Mars Delusional

[Sterling Fox:]

I’m so delusional

Delusional

I’m so delusional

A little bit of this a little bit of that

Man I got the whole game tripping

My head keep spinning

Just, try to just relax

Make some bad decisions and we try to go back

But we can’t so cry cause it’s sad

Supposed to be the man when he showed up on the map

Nobody gives a damn

3000 In this bitch and they all got their hands in the air

Wave ’em if you just don’t give a fuck

Couple drinks and a couple laughs

Hope it doubles you told me that you were done with that

Hiding all my weed in these supreme duffle bags

You ain’t changed you’re the same and I’m unimpressed

I guess I let it slip away I’m in love with rap

And as soon as I lost it, it wasn’t coming back

There’s no telling what he might do

There’s nobody like you

One more chance cause its strike two

[Hook – Sterling Fox:]

Delusional and I won’t let go

It’s so beautiful it’s the only thing you know

Delusional, delusional

Delusional the only thing I know, yeah

Delusional

I’m so delusional

Delusional

I’m so delusional

Subliminal but the money’s unlimited

Get on my nirvanas cause you always teen spirited

There’s no telling what he might do

Ain’t another nigga like you

And that’s a lot of if’s lotta of maybes

What have you done for me lately

Riding around town in that new drop Mercedes

The one’s that used to love me hate me

And since you’re rude and pretentious

A lot of shit I do with an outcome I don’t intend it

If you got some friends you can tell them they can come too

Did some things I wish I could undo

I’m just tryna make a few decision

Smoke a couple fatties

Seduce a couple women

Not a quitter so I start what I finish

I might as well live if I’m living

[Hook]

Skizzy Mars American Dream

They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans

Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands

Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance

50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands

I’m the American dream

We the American dream

New money, no class

Look at them

Look at them

Uh

How to make it in America

Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us

Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us

Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us

They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools

Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose

Less money, less options, lot of rules

So when that first deal came it was opportune

And shawty got potential, I scout that

She say she in love, but I doubt that

Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout

I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah

Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine

God damn girl you know that he average

God damn girl you know I’m a savage

They gon’ let me in the club in these dirty vans

Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands

Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance

50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands

I’m the American dream

We the American dream

New money, no class

Look at them

New money

Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey

Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it

I’m like, “You funny”

Laughing at my haters like, “You dummies”

The night is young, girl what can you do for me?

Six figures, five shows, big ballin’

Look, I’m very important

I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted

I might retire in my prime like I’m M. Jordan

Table dancing in South Hampton

Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas

We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list

KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket

Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters

God damn girl you know you a bad bitch

God damn girl you know I’m a savage

They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans

Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands

Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance

50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands

I’m the American dream

We the American dream

New money, no class

Look at them

Another day in the U.S.A

Just another day in America

Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers

The system set us up for failure

I just wanna make enough to pay dividends

Then invest in black businesses

They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror

But it can’t break our spirit

They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans

Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands

Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance

50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands

I’m the American dream

We the American dream

New money, no class

Look at them

Skizzy Mars Hit Me Harder

[Verse 1 – Skizzy Mars:]

These damn pills ain’t workin yet, I take a swig of JD

I took L’s with bad B’s, my ex girls they hate me

Run like Eddie Lacy, from problems I’m escaping

I sing to these bad hoes like JoJo & K-Ci

Empty bottles of whiskey, ask my ex if she miss me

Can’t deal with all the lulls so the drugs keep me lifted

Mama says I’m gifted, dad says I drink too much

But he don’t really get it, adults just really think too much

And all I know is temporary fixes for permanent pains

And sacrificin’ family for personal fame

And actin’ really selfish for personal gains

And poppin’ hella pills and goin’ insane

I know I acted up girl hope you call me again

I know it’s hard to tell but I’m strivin’ to change

And you hopin’ I do, but you ready if not

You know bein’ let down cause it’s happened a lot

[Hook – Jaymes Young:]

I found myself underwater

Bye-bye big high, I’m fallin’ farther

Come back to me and hit me harder

Hit me harder

[Verse 2 – Skizzy Mars:]

I see Spanish girls, black girls and white girls too

White girl for the white girl what white girls do

Black out at SoulCycle you got carbs to lose

Said you were tired of the city when you makin’ a move?

Said you goin’ to L.A., you got nothing to lose

Me or your sanity you got something to chose

What’s my first name, Skizzy

Pulled out the joint and lit it

You used to be timid

The memories are vivid

Cigarettes on stoops keep me in the loop

You gone through it all barely twenty-two

You just ready for a dog and a scenic view

Got some weed in your coat, C Goose when it’s cold

Take a drive to the beach, grab some cigs for the road

Started out as a joke, now it’s out of control

Scared of silence and all, scared of bein’ alone

And when I’m not at your house I get high on my own

[Hook – Jaymes Young:]

I found myself underwater

Bye-bye big high, I’m fallin’ farther

Come back to me and hit me harder

Hit me harder

[Bridge – Jaymes Young:]

I know the high was never real

Cause I don’t feel the love no more

If numb is all that I can feel

Just hit me harder than before

[Hook – Jaymes Young:]

I found myself underwater

Bye-bye big high, I’m fallin’ farther

Come back to me and hit me harder

Hit me harder

Skizzy Mars Profound

This that Pope church Sunday with your kids flow

And I’m the hottest nigga out if you didn’t know

I’m a bad, bad man with a big flow

I got the fans in the back on they tippy-toes

We let the kush burn methodic then we rip it slow

I got a main bitch, also got a nympho

Told her, “I love you” but I lied

Like A Raisin in the Sun, I’m just not a nice guy

Look, I’m just chilling in a penthouse, I’m living life

And if you want to, baby girl, then you could spend the night

Sleep on my shoulder in the cab, marvel at the home I have

And then I clap and we wake up to fluorescent lights

Now you could find me at Ferragamo with Salvatore

One page ahead, homie, I write original stories

I’m in the house, yeah nigga, Corey

At the club celebrate like I’m not the father on Maury

Papa Skizz says I’m always on my BBM

And the apocalypse is when you’ll fucking see me end

I’m graduating, tell my friends I know we going separate ways

But the Grammy’s is where we’ll probably meet again

And now the top off like thugs when it’s hot out

Everybody trynna avoid me, NBA lockout

Looking for the future, man, I see it in the mirror

These other rappers should go home like Tia and Tamara said

Tipping valets, Camel butts in the ash tray

Last night was a shit show, passed out in the taxi

Girls at shows who claim they are not hoes

I tell her lines at clubs, now we never standing those

Look

A white-black kid from uptown who chose

White-white kids from downtown, how profound

So drink something, smoke something, fuck something

Try to make it, fuck the underground

Sorry Harriet Tubman

Yeah

I got fans cause I’m hot

Get it?

I got fans cause I’m hot

I got women on speed dial, they say they need Myles

And they saying my music’s crack, my lyrics need vials

Look, I told my bitch I never regret shit

Cause assholes and douchebags create the best shit

I leave school and walk a couple blocks to Georg Jensen

Shopping at places that for you are way too expensive

Shits depressing

And me and Yaz working hard

Both destined for greatness

Good things come to those who wait and we both are being patient

And Casa Nova killing it

I’m trynna make a million

And Luca could put me on with some models that are Sicilian

Writing songs, fully focused on music

Cause changing music, I’m the next one to do it

Champagne glasses and liquor flasks

No need to ask, I’mma keep writing songs up til I pass

Look, did you want the Filet Mignon or the pasta?

Well, she’s a trendsetter- she asked me for the lobster

Aye, Ranko told me when you make it, make sure you save some groupies

I told him I’ll get diseases if these bitches all have cooties

Haters hate me like alarm clocks on morning Mondays

Monday mornings my name ring bells like church Sundays

And all my girls in their fashion, we be working the runway

Got a H on my belt, and we ain’t talking Hyundai

A white-black kid from uptown who chose

White-white kids from downtown, how profound

So drink something, smoke something, fuck something

Try to make it, fuck the underground

Sorry Harriet Tubman

Yeah

I’m getting love but I try to take it humbly

Cause now just three songs got me buzzing like a bumblebee

High up, waving at all pedestrians under me

Never get cocky, got to stay Ethiopian, hungry

Well, fuck it, I’m too ambitious

You just sticking to the block, dawg, you’re too indigenous

Said it’s getting bread, pigeon shit. I son all you bitches

Yeah, illegitimate

Fuck the dope game, I’m just trynna be dope as fuck

Haters hope I break a leg, but just say I wish you luck

And these haters are the bullies holding on to my lunch

Standing up for a cause, like like I’m Rosa on the bus

And if I sound like Drake, Cudi, and Wiz combined

I’m the greatest rapper of all time

Infallible, invincible, living without limits

Making music til I meet the man in white linen

Yeah

Skizzy Mars Insomniac

Racing from gate to gate, hope I don’t miss my flight

This year has been insane, I hope I’ll be alright

My grandpa passed last month, I hope my dad’s alright

And my grandma too, that keeps me up at night

I got so much shit on my mind,I had a therapist

To try to help me to fit in but I never did, so fuck fitting in

And them teachers, and them lessons, and those hot ass classrooms we was sitting in

Just learning, lunchtime burning

Classroom yearning, for this money we earning

One A and straight C’s, day dreams at eighteen

Fuck doing the same thing and fuck chasing the same dreams

Things ain’t what they seem

My homies fucked up, my homies wilding out

We can’t control it Money like Pacquiao

Ain’t backing down, all you clowns ain’t laughing now

[Hook:]

So what you thinking bout?

Tell me what’s on your mind

Lately we’re talking less

And drinking all the time

I never opened up

It keeps me up at night

So where’s the bottle at?

I’m an insomniac

Here’s a toast to my Wall Street classmates

The nine to five office dudes, the “you ate ass” face

I’m first and all these haters steady in last place

We taking different paths, we both in the fast race

Of life

See I ain’t slept in the passed days

Just writing rhymes all the time, cajoling with a couple dimes

Tell her I just don’t complain, I just go and take what’s mine

I say I’m a MC, bitches know it’s hammer time

So why you fucking hating? Cause I’m fucking famous

Lame dudes with lives un-entertaining

Internet thugs, you’re message board conservators

My crew is getting smaller, cities overpopulating

Everybody fake, man fuck these dudes

My fifth string girl wouldn’t fuck these dudes

And how do I commit if I’m not sure?

And how am I supposed to lobby for you from the top floor?

[Hook]

Open up your eyes, this is inspiration

Where I’m at there’s no limitations

They might read complex but these niggas basic

Man I might be going crazy

Mirrors in my crib so I can always see the future

Every day you getting older, every day I’m getting newer

Locked in the room hoping everything will be aright

But I’ll never know so I’m up all night

[Hook]

Skizzy Mars Wrong Crowd

Live and love

Crash and burn

Smoke a spliff,

Take some painkillers

Try to get your mind right

Think about it, light another take your time

And when it’s light out

I just stay inside and make a rhyme

Recite in front of the mirror

I’m staring at my reflection

I’m searching for a suggestion

Screaming at all of the girls

That never gave me attention

Ironic now that I’m paid

Bitches pay me attention

I’m making my teachers proud

Drinking I’m underaged

Those teachers were two-faced

So now I’m teaching the lesson

Jeans saggin’, they say that first impressions

Last the longest

Well to be honest, man

We living for the moment

That’s that Grey Goose that Dom P, patron and

We prolly won’t recall this

Recall this in the morning

But fuck it though,

My bucket list consists of getting money, fucking hoes

A young kid with a ton of goals, a misfit

That’s why my jeans so tight

Sometimes I do wrong, but I mean so right

I’m always chilling with the wrong crowd

I’m always hanging with the wrong crowd

I can never be what I need to be

So I don’t really care what they think of me

I’m always chilling with the wrong crowd

I’m always hanging with the wrong crowd

Uhh, you see my crew’s a lot of savages

A lot of rude

A lot of crude

A lot of flat out bad kids

Who don’t give a fuck about the aftermath of their actions

In the cut

Blowing kisses out the aston, laughing

Man these jeans cost a lot

Fourth quarter, tied game

You know he forced the shot cuz

I can’t trust these niggas with my destiny

Especially, cuz I know im destined for better things

Grab some friends

Her, her, baby not you

Migration season I’m the one they flock to

Foul play, got a nigga on the look out

So I keep one eyebrow raised just like the Rock do

Can you smell me dog?

Smell this kush man

It smelling hella strong

Quiet kids smoking loud

With some nudy’s on

You prolly couldn’t fuck with what I’m smoking on

What I’m smoking on

Couple motherfuckers that I call my friends

A couple young ladies that I’ll never call again

I’m always chilling with the wrong crowd

I’m always hanging with the wrong crowd

Days go fast and the nights move slow

Even before music I was living on the road

I’m always chilling with the wrong crowd

I’m always hanging with the wrong crowd

Skizzy Mars Colours

[Grouplove:]

I am a man, man man man, up up in the air

And I run around ’round ’round ’round this town town

And act like I don’t care

So when you see me flying by the planet’s moon

You don’t need to explain if everything’s changed

Just know I’m just like you

Baby you got a man, I don’t care, that’s irrelevant

Known for making bad decisions for the hell of it

Young Skizzles, taste the rainbow

But that’s so beside the point it’s sitting next to it

Got a blonde girl with sass that I thinks named Hailey

And she knows ill always handler like Chelsae lately

Look, bitch ass yeah I’m staring at you

Top floor, penthouse with a aerial view

It’s Skizz

[Grouplove:]

It’s the colors you have

No need to be sad

It really ain’t that bad

It’s the colors you have

No need to be sad

You still got your hand

All the douche bags, assholes, and beer pong connoisseurs

CEO’s, interns, unemployed entrepreneurs

I love ’em all, the hipsters, the fashionistas

Stay outside of beef, took a liking to PETA

My mom’s Mona, her mom took a liking to Lisa

My dad’s a shopaholic he took a liking to Visa’s

I showed them my tunes, and they like what they seeing

A yearly drug tests, they don’t like what I’m peeing

With every song, my fan base I am increasing

Penthouse, pedestrians I’m defeating

The Aston? remember I wanted a Nissan?

Had to change phones, these hoes call a lot

Horse lifestyle, I call the shots

See me flying like an eagle, save the cape

Gay marriage is legal but my vodka’s straight

Promise I never sell out like eBay

I’m just trying to make my fam proud like deejanay

Hey

[Grouplove:]

It’s the colors you have

No need to be sad

It really ain’t that bad

It’s the colors you have

No need to be sad

You still got your hands

All the girls wouldn’t look twice when I arrived

Now they look thrice when I arrive

Now it’ll be a howie day when you and I collide

Cause I’mma be richer than you is what I prophesize

So, go on to your 9 to 5’s

Had my stella open when I arrive

True colors show, and I know

Ya’ll just want me to slow down and catch up to my fast life

[Grouplove:]

So I am a man, man man man, up up in the air

And I float around ’round ’round ’round this town town

And know I shouldn’t care

So when you see us there there out in the open road

You don’t need to explain if everything’s changed

Just know that you don’t know

We call it…

Narcissistic, elitist, she concerned with the music

And I’m enjoying her features

I was singing the Killers, they were bumping “Ether”

I’m looking through the window man the view was fucking scenic

Well my song’s on, so let that bitch play

Oh that girl’s drunk? Well let that bitch stay

Oh she’s on her knees? I let that bitch pray

And I just wanna smoke weed and write music everyday

Look I still ride the bus dude I’m still broke

And I’m still number 1 bitch I’m still oak

They told me get your swag up and be a star

I’m trying to have all you tired rappers be alarmed

Got that poker life style, we all-in for these moments

I ain’t even in my prime, composite for the moment

I’m trying to lead and have my name be significant

Survival of the fittest and I’m all about conditioning

Cause I’m a fucking star

[Grouplove]

If you’re a real Skizzy fan put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

If you’re a real Skizzy fan put your hands in the air

In the muhfuckin’ air

If you’re a real Skizzy fan put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air [x2]

Penthouse Music

Skizzy Mars Be Lazy

And I’ve been putting days in

And they got me in the Days Inn

And the shit that I’ve been making is amazing

And things are moving fast, it’s changing

Working all week no breaks it was crazy

Deadlines deadlines they will never trade me

Come through the crib and be lazy

Come through the crib and be lazy with me

We can watch Netflix

Or we can just have sex

I know I hit you room mate

But don’t worry that was last year

Always caught up in the past shit

Lay up line, she was practice

Apple TV put on a good show

She got the number for the good blow

I smoke a lot you can probably tell

Pop a perc now I’m high as hell

Neighbors getting annoyed by the smell

Fuck it though, fuck em’ know

You and me we can go anywhere we want to go

These niggas so unoriginal

I’ll tell you anything you wanna know

And I’ve been putting days in

And they got me in the Days Inn

And the shit that I’ve been making is amazing

And things are moving fast, it’s changing

Working all week no breaks it was crazy

Deadlines deadlines they will never trade me

Come through the crib and be lazy

Come through the crib and be lazy with me

She like, she like what you working with

Well I got the Xanax and the Percocet

We can really vibe out

I’ve been in the studio

Gotta take some time out

Bad bitch put her on time out

Stole her dad’s Jaguar hope he doesn’t find out

We ordered rent we don’t dine out

First to cut, cut the line, then she cut the line out

And you know yo got my contact

When you ever need that

Tell the door man the penthouse

We stacking more green than the weed guy

And you know that shit loud too

And my pops say he proud too

Now he tell me get some bitches for the table

I was like “Ok I’ll bring back two.”

And I’ve been putting days in

And they got me in the Days Inn

And the shit that I’ve been making is amazing

And things are moving fast, it’s changing

Working all week no breaks it was crazy

Deadlines deadlines they will never trade me

Come through the crib and be lazy

Come through the crib and be lazy with me

Be lazy, be lazy with me

Be lazy, be lazy baby

Be lazy ooh ooh ooh

Be lazy

And I’ve been putting days in

And they got me in the Days Inn

And the shit that I’ve been making is amazing

And things are moving fast, it’s changing

Working all week no breaks it was crazy

Deadlines deadlines they will never trade me

Come through the crib and be lazy

Come through the crib and be lazy with me