Ceiling Stacks

Chorus

Stash is sitting fat

Ceiling tall where the stacks are at

Chrome on twenty-fours

Gliding low while we lock the doors

Stacking up the blue

Doing what I gotta do

Paper hitting peak

Keep the spirit moving sleek

Verse 1

Pockets stretching wide

See me when I slide

Bends in the leather seat

Making moves in the heat

Tossed a grand across the dashboard

Looking for what I asked for

I don't mind the weight

Moving weight is my fate

Chorus

Stash is sitting fat

Ceiling tall where the stacks are at

Chrome on twenty-fours

Gliding low while we lock the doors

Stacking up the blue

Doing what I gotta do

Paper hitting peak

Keep the spirit moving sleek

Verse 2

Rims reflecting sunlight

Cruising till the one night

Turn the corner sharp

Melody like a golden harp

Money hitting plaster above me

Honey please don't love me

I just love the glow

Watching all the paper grow

Bridge

Count it slow

Watch it go

Tall enough to hide

Long enough to ride

Chorus

Stash is sitting fat

Ceiling tall where the stacks are at

Chrome on twenty-fours

Gliding low while we lock the doors

Stacking up the blue

Doing what I gotta do

Paper hitting peak

Keep the spirit moving sleek