Lyrics: JASPER ROSS/Jonathan Gorenc
Music: JASPER ROSS/Jonathan Gorenc
Look, I’m really sitting on top of the world
Don’t got a single thought or a care
Got me feeling like whoa, whoa, whoa,
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, welcome to the kingdom
And this the theme song
I’m in the building and I’m feeling like a big boss
Whoa, big shot, look at how it swish
Got 30 on my jersey and I’m all up in my Ziploc
Please, man’s got needs
Real big stepper, you can’t slow me
I’m a real big spender but I keep it lowkey
And I’m all about my paper, get that bread and that cheese, let’s eat like ooh
I’m really sitting on top of the world
Don’t got a single thought or a care
Feeling like whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I got the crowd going whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Now everybody screaming whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
It’s got me feeling like whoa
Like whoa, go
What the people really want from somebody like me?
Pull the car around the front, taking off at lightspeed
People tell me I’m the one, so I say politely
I done knew that from the jump, so it don’t surprise me
Said my fit’s dripped out and my future’s blinding
Went from a frozen dinner to finest dining
Moved the squad to the spot where the sun be shining
In the hills sitting poolside, chair reclining
Thinking
I’m really sitting on top of the world
Don’t got a single thought or a care
I’m feeling like whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I got the crowd going whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
And everybody screaming whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
It’s got me feeling like whoa
Like whoa, go
P-p-p-pull up on me we can get it poppin like some Redenbacher
Interstellar, I swear that my neck look like the stars above us
I’m the coldest, I’m golden, don’t ever try to top me
I’m knocking down every door that they put up to try to stop me
I’m Pacquiao with the punch and
I’m Basquiat with the portrait
I’m more than a mortal man I’m important beyond proportion
A verbal poet, I’m painting a pretty picture so gorgeous
Bring home the bacon, I’m getting that pork and stabbing my fork in, oh man!
Oh man, yeah, I had a plan
Driven by intuition, I sacrificed everything
Collected all of this wisdom, perfected all that I am
Protected my inner dreamer now me and him going HAM like
Look at me, boy
I told you this the theme song
My trajectory crazy no longer a kid I’m beyond pleasantries
All my enemies simply bitter peons
And we on next, steady plottin’ is what we be on
Yeah
Big chilling on top of the world
And still not a thought or a care
I’m feeling like whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I got the crowd going whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
And everybody screaming whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
It’s got me feeling like…