Hilltop Paradise

I'm walkin' up The Hill with a cigarette in my pocket
And I'm not even sure if I really wanna smoke it
I'm wearin' my white pants and my maroon sweater
And my hair is adorned with more than just one feather
I'm wearin' my leather jacket and my hatchetman necklace,
I'm goin' outside and I'm feelin' pretty reckless
I got draids in my hair and I'm wearin' my America-flag sunglasses,
I'm a badass shaman among all the masses.
It's cold and rainy out and I don't give a shit,
I'd go out shirtless any day and dance in it,
I don't mind a little pain,
I don't mind a little rain,
And I don't mind a little snow,
Come-on mathufackoo let's go!
I'm goin' up The Hill.

Chorus:

I'm goin' up The Hill, I'm not going over.
I'm gonna get my fill, I'll stop growing older.
I'm gonna live so chill, I WILL LIVE FOR EVER! (End Chorus).

Everything's good at The Top of The Hill.
It's a place in the middle of life where you can always chill,
And if you stay, you never grow old,
And you don't have to believe in everything that you're told.
It's a happy medium where any juggalette,
And any juggalo, can live without regret,
It's always got a sunny glow.
Come-on mathufackoo let's go!
I'm goin' up The Hill.

Chorus:

I'm goin' up The Hill, I'm not going over.
I'm gonna get my fill, I'll stop growing older.
I'm gonna live so chill, I WILL LIVE FOR EVER! (End Chorus).

I'm goin' up The Hill in the freezing cold,
And in my hand my umbrella I do hold,
The only thing to keep me out of the rain aside from my cowboy hat,
And the things I got on my body aint all that,
But it's worth the trouble to make the trip up to The Top of The Hill,
At The Top of The Hill is my home where I can and I will always chill.
What I got on my back is a lot it's the whole of my lot of my troubles in life,
All my duties, responsibilities and all my strife.
But when I get back home I can set all these things down,
And be a peaceful, loving, happy clown,
Content in my insanity,
A mindful clown, immortal by my tranquility!