Yeah, See that’s how we roll Round and around and around we go Just toured the country Just signed a deal And I ain’t even 21 years old I swear to God, I waited My whole life to say this But believe it or not after all this time I’m starting to feel like I made it Feels like I got the World in my pocket Sometimes I think I’m dreamin’ Yeah, I got it in the bag I ain’t sayin’ that to brag I’m jus tryna give you somethin’ toīelieve in Man this sh*t’s too good to be true The top is where we headed I swear I think I’m at the gates in Heaven No time to sleep Man I stayed up Leavin’ haters in the dust like wait up Throwin’ money in the air We paid up I’m self-made Since fifth grade Yeah, Every night man I prayed for this I grabbed life by the g*d-damned b*lls Always knew that I was made for this Woah, this is all so strange Blinked twice and my whole life changed Got a big advance Then I sh*t my pants Now I’m ridin’ ‘round in my ‘Range’ See I, Never stop Never back down Got big dreams in a small town I fly ‘round the world to perform for the night take a bow, say goodnight, then I’m home-bound, what! So if you feelin how I’m feelin come and ride along, you can find me in the sky with a smile on, I feel like I’m in Heaven (x2) Yeahhh… I’ve been on my grind for a while now I got my top down, music loud ridin’ round I feel like I’m in Heaven (x2) You ain’t like them other girls, you ain’t the same Got my fury ugg slippers and my bowl of lucky charms So come lay in my arms, we could look up at the stars You don’t need to dress up, you’re drop dead gorgeousīut here in my crib all the drinks are free You’re worth more than the world to me, I ain’t talkin Forbes list So during the commercial breaks, yea we getting frisky High heels, black dress, you could say goodbye to thatĬould be anywhere but girl you’re right here with me Yea, so what you say baby? Put the recliner back So baby come over, my couch is calling your name You ain’t like them other girls, no you ain’t the same So get on the floor and just tackle me, rugby ‘Cause you ain’t got nothing on but my tank and your undies That you don’t need the glitz and glamor when you have me Screw your friends, you can catch a broken asley They’ll probably go out and get drunk just like last week Phone’s blowin’ up, friends are begging you to tag along With the sweat pants, hair tied, chillin with no makeup on Her idea of going hard, is looking through the DVR You perfect the way are, not the type to hit the bar I’d rather be with you up in the kitchen makin ramen Man forget these other girls, we ain’t got nothing in common Yea, her friends are downtown while we at the padĬhillin home, watchin episodes of Breaking Bad Your friends are in the VIP but you don’t need a ID to come All her friends are partying while we dinin’ in watching
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