Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G. – Take Me There (feat. Sheek Louch & Styles P) (The King & I Album)

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Kush got my breath stinky
Somewhere with my head up in the clouds
Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus
[Verse 3: Styles P]
[Hook: Faith Evans]
To a place that I can get away from
The therapy’s a spliff to the face (huh?)
Is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs
50 thousand large shine on my pinky
Suddenly it doesn’t feel so loud
On the cell with the boat
Cristal pourer, be glad we ain’t takin’ yours
I’m from the strain gang and the mean team
Ahh
My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
That’s the morning
Need a little something that can take me there
Style waits for no bitch, I dream rich
Coca Cola deals, big scales
But it couldn’t, but I smoked with Big, a badge of honor
Suddenly it doesn’t feel so loud

You heard it from the Ghost
Cause ya fiend for a toke
What you thought, get caught, get bailed out?
So far, away, somewhere
Need a little something that can take me there
Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks
So I can relax a bit, and get my dick licked
Light and 8th and I’m straight
SnapChatting at Wheels Donnie
Disappearing from courts
And Faith, what’s fate?
He wanna bust me, Mira Mira talk

So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous
[Hook: Faith Evans]
Suddenly it doesn’t feel so loud
I got ’em
Yao Ming face, eyes chinky
Of the Cherokee
[Hook: Faith Evans]
Talk now baby
Haha
I’m warnin’ ya Boring huh?
But you should it hear it from Faith now
Dreamt of Ferraris and Ferragamos
Cut the lights, turn the beat on, let the pain bang
My feelings so far away
Disappearing in my thoughts
They can’t trust me, my timeline be filled with his bitch
So far, away, somewhere
I used to sit on the crate
Told the joint terminate my thoughts like Sarah Conner
[Outro:]
But I’mma need a zip when it’s late
Now I stacks the shit, and practice it
Somewhere with my head up in the clouds
So far, away, somewhere
Can ya, picture this?

Raised on the streets, and married the marijuana
My feelings so far away
Ayo, platinum choker, heavy smoker

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
My prognosis is atrocious out the black wraith
Doing different shit, Alaska
Fly shit, never down, I stay with some faith
[Verse : Sheek Louch]
Smoking loud way up in the cloud
Ayo Big, we got it
We gon’ hold baby-girl down, man
Somewhere with my head up in the clouds
The gun toter, Barrack Obam’ supporter
Recently Hillary voter
When I fuck with scratch and sniff
To a place that I can get away from
Inhale this, clench your fist
Women lust me, they say I’m too ghetto
But now I dip in the seats
Need a little something that can take me there
To a place that I can get away from
Light the joint, the escape route

My feelings so far away
Life without me? Wake up, you’re having bad dreams
Drugs, baby
Ay, ay, ay