Staring at the Ceiling Remix by Eric Bellinger Lyrics
[Intro: Dom Kennedy & Eric Bellinger]
Huh, yeah
Comin' live from the 323
Rock me, baby
[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
Hand me my grinder (Yeah)
Uh, girl, it's time to get away (Yeah)
Baby, sit back, relax as I put on your favorite songs
You know I got 'em all, yeah
Pass me that lighter
Come with me to outer space, yeah (Outer space)
You'll forget about the shit you been dealin' with
When we get high, yeah
When niggas make you mad (Smoke, smoke, smoke it away)
When everything all bad (Smoke, smoke, smoke it away, yeah)
Let's get blown, first we make love, then we fall asleep
And when we wake up...
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & Dom Kennedy]
We'll be starin' at the ceiling (Woah), so high, so high
Staring at the ceiling (Yeah, woah), drifting away
We'll be staring at the ceiling (Woah), so high, so high
Staring at the ceiling, floating away
This that sexual healing
[Refrain: Eric Bellinger]
If you need it, girl
I got the key remedies to your body
After you hit that weed
Lay with me and it's over
Make sure you rush right home
After work and I got you
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & Dom Kennedy]
And we'll be starin' at the ceiling (Know I gotta hit somethin', baby), so high, so high (Ayy)
Staring at the ceiling (Let's go), drifting away
We'll be staring at the ceiling (Sheesh), so high, so high
Staring at the ceiling, floating away (Let's go)
This that sexual healing
[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
You look so good, I wanna toast you up
Buy you a Roadster, what? That's the side effects of love
Make it sound like sex in club
No matter how upset you was
You still text back, I delivered
And walk you to your door like thriller
You look so good, let's park by the ocean
They was like, "What's all the commotion?"
I keep runnin' out of Trojans
Gold wrappers in the trash bin
Random numbers on napkins
Come on Eric, tap in
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & Dom Kennedy]
We'll be starin' at the ceiling (Woah), so high, so high
Staring at the ceiling (Yeah, woah), drifting away
We'll be staring at the ceiling (Woah), so high, so high (Let's go)
Staring at the ceiling, floating away (Yeah)
This that sexual healing
[Refrain: Eric Bellinger]
If you need it, girl
I got the key remedies to your body
After you hit that weed
Lay with me and it's over
Make sure you rush right home
After work and I got you
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Then we'll be staring at the ceiling, so high, so high
Staring at the ceiling, drifting away
We'll be staring at the ceiling (Sheesh), so high, so high
Staring at the ceiling, floating away
This that sexual healing
It's Eazy
Huh, yeah
Comin' live from the 323
Rock me, baby
[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
Hand me my grinder (Yeah)
Uh, girl, it's time to get away (Yeah)
Baby, sit back, relax as I put on your favorite songs
You know I got 'em all, yeah
Pass me that lighter
Come with me to outer space, yeah (Outer space)
You'll forget about the shit you been dealin' with
When we get high, yeah
When niggas make you mad (Smoke, smoke, smoke it away)
When everything all bad (Smoke, smoke, smoke it away, yeah)
Let's get blown, first we make love, then we fall asleep
And when we wake up...
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & Dom Kennedy]
We'll be starin' at the ceiling (Woah), so high, so high
Staring at the ceiling (Yeah, woah), drifting away
We'll be staring at the ceiling (Woah), so high, so high
Staring at the ceiling, floating away
This that sexual healing
[Refrain: Eric Bellinger]
If you need it, girl
I got the key remedies to your body
After you hit that weed
Lay with me and it's over
Make sure you rush right home
After work and I got you
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & Dom Kennedy]
And we'll be starin' at the ceiling (Know I gotta hit somethin', baby), so high, so high (Ayy)
Staring at the ceiling (Let's go), drifting away
We'll be staring at the ceiling (Sheesh), so high, so high
Staring at the ceiling, floating away (Let's go)
This that sexual healing
[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
You look so good, I wanna toast you up
Buy you a Roadster, what? That's the side effects of love
Make it sound like sex in club
No matter how upset you was
You still text back, I delivered
And walk you to your door like thriller
You look so good, let's park by the ocean
They was like, "What's all the commotion?"
I keep runnin' out of Trojans
Gold wrappers in the trash bin
Random numbers on napkins
Come on Eric, tap in
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & Dom Kennedy]
We'll be starin' at the ceiling (Woah), so high, so high
Staring at the ceiling (Yeah, woah), drifting away
We'll be staring at the ceiling (Woah), so high, so high (Let's go)
Staring at the ceiling, floating away (Yeah)
This that sexual healing
[Refrain: Eric Bellinger]
If you need it, girl
I got the key remedies to your body
After you hit that weed
Lay with me and it's over
Make sure you rush right home
After work and I got you
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Then we'll be staring at the ceiling, so high, so high
Staring at the ceiling, drifting away
We'll be staring at the ceiling (Sheesh), so high, so high
Staring at the ceiling, floating away
This that sexual healing
It's Eazy