"Jokes On Me" lyrics

Keep it real
Looking like a sinner if it came out of Maria
Smoking out the window like a burning coliseum
Yes, I know you tired, only called for the re-up
Got you tired of my rat race
Yeah, I see ya
Celica, I guess you wanted drop top deal
Put you on the top, on my top, top bill
Now you wanna dance, wanna cha cha
Ain't no shocker, yeah, you kept it proper
You keep your rubies and your pearlies in my hammer drawer
I see your body but don't recognize you anymore
But when you're fucked up, I still feel it from the 104
I heard you telling 'em, you telling 'em the—

Jokes on me
Lace on my feet
Party on 3
I been fucked up for a week
I been on peak
I been 2D
I been on peak
I been on a breach
Jokes on me
Lace on my feet
Party on 3
I been fucked up for a week
I been OD
I been OT
I been on a peak
I been outta reach

Lookie here
Lookin' at you shimmer, got me whipping out Mamiya
Put me on my toes, made me prima ballerina
Yes, you tired, only called for the re-up
Got you tired of my rat race
Yeah, I see ya
Celica, I guess you wanted drop top deal
Put you on the top, on my top, top bill
Now you wanna dance, wanna cha cha
It ain't no shocker, yeah, I guess the—

Jokes on me
Lace on my feet
Party on 3
I been fucked up for a week
I been on peak
I been 2D
I been on peak
I been on a breach
Jokes on me
Lace on my feet
Party on 3
I been fucked up for a week
I been OD
I been OT
I been on a peak
I been outta reach