Lil Uzi Vert - Fire Alarm

Top floor
Sleep on me if you wanna
I can't even see myself, be myself, be myself (uh)
I can't even see myself, I'm myself, I'm myself
I can't see myself, hurt myself, hurt myself
I can't be myself, see myself, fuck myself (I wanna see)
I can't be myself, see myself, I'm myself (the livest motherfuckers that's in this bitch)
I can't be myself, see myself, slice myself (loud, don't be shy)
I can't sell myself, clean myself, slice myself (just be yourself)
I can't be myself, see myself, freak myself (whoa)
Freak myself
I can't free myself
The fire alarm, the fire alarm (freak myself)
The fire alarm, the fire alarm (I can't be myself, free myself, by myself)

Fuck your bitch, call emergency
Ain't no bitch never heard of me (freak myself)
I fuck hoes off burgundy, she said, "Can I get a Birkin please?" (Yeah, free myself)
I did three hoes in one day, so I gave my fourth girl dirty D (freak myself)
In her jaw, she want a breaker, Ed, Edd and Eddy like Double D (freak myself)
Sent her an Uber, like "Come with me"
I ain't even touch her, she cum for me (freak myself)
Takin' these Perkys, she numb for me
Fuck on her friends, so she run from me (freak myself)

Don't be nervous (takin' these Perkys, she numb for me)
(Fuck on her friends, she run from me)
I just want you to go crazy when the beat drop, just like, just
Takin' these Perkys, she numb for me
Fuck on her friends, yeah, she run from me (freak myself)

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa

Takin' these pills and these pills got me outer space
Got me out of my mind, I went and-, ahh
All of my money, my pants, my money, my money, my pants
My watch on my wrist, it ain't coachin' with fans
My Richard, my Richard, my Richard a milli'
It cost way more than your lil' Rollie
I treat my foreign like it was a stoley
I put the ice on my ankle like goalie
Diamond my neck and it can't get no colder
Solitaire ring, and my neck is boulder
Love for my job, but I'm still sellin' coca
I know some bitches that diggin' the soda
I like this bitch, but I can't even hold her
None of these bitches, we really don't own 'em
Yellow stones on me, they look like it's sunny
One of my chains on my neck is a Franko
It was a dip in the ocean like Homer
None of these niggas they fresher than Uzi
Feel the Blick on me like an organ donor, whoa
None of these niggas they fresher than Uzi
Feel the Blick on me like an organ donor
She gave me head like that bitch got diploma
Can pour up a four, but I ain't want Paloma
She pull up on me to handle the boner
Original YSL, bitch, I'm a stoner, woo, woo

The fire alarm, the fire alarm
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
Woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo
Woo-woo

Written by:
Don Cannon, Gaspard Auge, Graham Perez, Symere Woods, Tatiana Schwaninger, Xavier De Rosnay

Publisher:
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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