Gold on the ceiling
Do it for the feeling
Not for the pay check
Yeah
Rolling palm trees, yeah
No stress season
Feet up and I’m laid back
So high can’t even take my jacket off
Smoke from my lips look like exhaust
Gotta feed your creatures when you in the dark
So deep, get your Uber lost
Foreign things meant for me and I know that
Making new friends and drinking all night
Maybe I’ll pack a bag and not go back
If you need me, I’ll be here all damn night
Hop up on my throne, I feel alive
Feel like I could do this every night
Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise
Maybe it’s a blessing in the
I been speaking gibberish, ey ey
Give no fuck ’bout what ya have to say, ey
That’s a promise, I’ma make it, I, I
On my mama, hand up to the sky
Nothing gon’ put out my fire
Go on, let them try, it just gets higher
I ain’t gon’ change, cradle to the grave
Foreign things meant for me and I know that
Making new friends and drinking all night
Maybe I’ll pack a bag and not go back
If you need me, I’ll be here all damn night
Hop up on my throne, I feel alive
Feel like I could do this every night
Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise
Maybe it’s a blessing in the
All night, all night, all night
All night, all night
All night, all night, all night
All night, all night, all night
Foreign things meant for me and I know that
Making new friends and drinking all night
Maybe I’ll pack a bag and not go back
If you need me, I’ll be here all damn night
Hop up on my throne, I feel alive
I’ll be here all damn night
Feel like I could do this every night
I’ll be here all damn night
All night, all night, all night
All night, all night, all night
All night, all night, all night
All night, all night, all night
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