bye spencer - champagne poetry (mega-mix) lyrics
[part 1]
[intro: the singers unlimited & idk]
i love you (ooh), i love you (ooh), i love you (ooh+ooh)
until i, until i (ooh)
i love you (ooh), i love you (ooh), i love you (ooh+ooh)
until i find the– say the only words i know that you’ll– (ooh)
until i, until i (ooh, ooh)
say the only words i know that you’ll– (ooh, ooh)
until i–
[pre+chorus: masego, idk & the singers unlimited]
i know you see it, girl (ooh+ooh)
this ain’t sittin’ real good in my soul (until i, until i)
everywhere this little girl goes (ooh+ooh)
she pick up another obstacle, ah (until i find the–)
she was my heart (ooh+ooh)
i don’t know the tribe or the fall (until i, until i)
but by default she don’t think of me (until i–)
[chorus: masego, idk, the singers unlimited & masego]
(say the only words i know that you’ll–)
i thought she was an indian (navajo)
(until i, until i)
she be slangin’ thangs like a simian (now i know), uh
(say the only words i know that you’ll–)
all my life i wanted me an indian (until i find the– there she goes)
(i love you, i lovе you, i love you)
now she’s far away (until i, until i)
but i had to know (i love you, i lovе you, i love you)
[verse 1: drake, the singers unlimited & freddie gibbs]
until i find the– say the only words i know that you’ll–
until i, until i
i been hot since the birth of my son
i remain unphased, trust, worse has been done
man, f+ck evaluation, show me personal funds
it’s the pretty boys versus the petty boys
sold that already, got a whole new set of toys
sh+t is so surreal, drizzy drake, you better enjoy
nothing else bigger than the ovo letterman boys
cashmere knits for the nighttime boat rides
oli got the first edition parked up roadside
the only sign of strugglin’ is coming from those guys
i’m trying to just relate what i can see through my own eyes
and nothin’ tell the truth like the eyes will
lived so much for others don’t remember how i feel
friends that hide places and friends that i hide still
still managed to moonwalk straight through a minefield (yeah, uh)
and then i’ll come back to tell you how that feels
(dropped somethin’ off real quick, you know what i’m sayin’?)
built this house for us all, pain in my back still
you n+ggas gassed up, you couldn’t pay the
yeah, uh, triple s, b+tch
[verse 2: freddie gibbs]
i was big rabbit before the birth of my son
the earth ain’t big enough for both of us, you gotta get done
they sayin’ they smoking top fives
but you ain’t burned up the one
uh, f+ck n+ggas talkin’ ’bout? (f+ck n+ggas talkin’ ’bout?)
like every time i hit the booth
i don’t leave that b+tch with a body count
came up talkin’ sh+t as a toddler, i had a potty mouth (yeah)
all the girls i ever got pregnant i trick the body out
lift that ass up, got them titties did
got rich and didn’t die tryin’, f+ck all the many men
got rich and put ’em on tour, shoutout my mini+mes (yeah)
only thing they own is them diamond cubans and skinny jeans (hahaha) only thing i got is my b+lls and my word if anything
hoes will be with any crew, give that ass to any who
got they credibility wanin’ just like these rappers do (yeah)
n+ggas change they name but your history ain’t detachable
i’m so grammatical i could take a sabbatical (yeah)
gary n+gga was never no indianimal (yeah)
built the empire from ashes and send me back a few (yeah)
n+ggas wanna sign me off, i’m the reason they signing you
[interlude: freddie gibbs]
(hahaha, b+tch, you know what i’m sayin’?)
you wanna cut the kane train, n+gga (yeah yeah, yeah)
i’m the motherf+ckin’ blueprint, n+gga (yeah+yeah)
you got the carbon copy, b+tch, yeah (yeah+yeah+yeah)
[verse 3: idk & lupe fiasco]
ran my own sh+t since 2015 no team, just me and the friends
we doing our ting, south by southwest, they swarm to the stage for me
but it wasn’t for me, like actually
i performed for five people
including the janitor, including my manager
but i was performing like ninety+nine was my stamina
eighty+eight was my overall
held my heart to my chest like my heart was sitting on overalls
life testing me constantly like it’s filming an overall
talkin’ to myself like, “when i make it, it’s over for y’all”
now they can’t wait to put their hands in the air like a know+it+all
then i put my bad b+tch on side+stage to show it off
ironic, ’cause i ain’t know what i was doing, i’ll be honest
but i knew that i would make it, crazy, i’m just exaggerating
the thoughts of me contemplating was constantly hauntin’ me
maybe i should be modest (yeah yeah)
maybe being top+ten was not it (yeah)
the thought of even trying make me vomit (yeah+yeah), mom’s spaghetti (yeah+yeah+yeah)
but i was armed and ready, ran out of bullets, machete (machete)
[verse 4: lupe fiasco & masego]
on the phone speaking in code
sneaky n+ggas want a piece of your soul
it’s like the conversation change when i’m speaking in goals
and they don’t understand when i speak the creole
being see sweet don’t mean you think that they hoes
being c+suite mean the seat that you chosed
it’s elite, you ain’t gotta speak cause it shows
my sk!llset freakier than bohemian grove, uh
baby blood only ’cause the mama brim
ahead of my time, used to talk to my mama friends
condolences to the bakers
tragedy bring us back together right after it break us
casualty will always make us neighbors
jordan made me bull, but kobe made me a laker
lee scratch pass, know they cryin’ in jamaica
the boy stay blessed like the wine with the wafer
live by my grind like the shaker
mind my behavior
i park the car for the valet, set the table for the waiters
totally self sufficient with a whole lot of favors, yeah (uh)
[pre+chorus: masego & the singers unlimited]
i know you see it, girl (ooh+ooh)
this ain’t sittin’ real good in my soul (until i, until i)
everywhere this little girl goes (ooh+ooh)
she pick up another obstacle, ah (until i find the–)
she was my heart (ooh+ooh)
i don’t know the tribe or the fall (until i, until i)
but by default she don’t think of me (until i–)
[chorus: masego & the singers unlimited]
(i love you, i love you, i love you)
i thought she was an indian (navajo)
(until i, until i)
she be slangin’ thangs like a simian (now i know), uh
(i love you, i love you, i love you)
all my life i wanted me an indian (until i find the– there she goes)
(i love you, i love you, i love you)
ooh, girl lemme in (oh+oh, until i, until i)
[verse 5: masego]
in the street with a wedding ring
and she hit the bar
city babe, are you down to cheat?
he looked in her eye
chivalry is it really dead?
he pulled out a tip? (pay up) uh
jumpin’ right on him
thinkin’ when’s it good to intervene
then i lost her lost her to the world and the girls and impostors
entertain? i doubt it’ll pay and it cost her
i ain’t mad at me but it hurts
[chorus: masego]
and i thought she was an indian (navajo), uh
now she only worried ’bout the benjamin’s, eh, ah (grab the gold)
she been lurking’ in my dreams (there she goes)
i swear that eye’s on me
and now she goes
i swear that eye’s on me
[verse 6: drake]
champagne poetry, these are the effortless flows
supposedly something else is controlling me
under a picture lives some of the greatest quotes from me
under me i see all the people that claim they over me
and above me i see n0body
i’d have to be dead for them to say that you took it from me
the twenty percent of you that we own is my tootsie’s money
n+gga, i’m wilding with your bread, you owe it to me
cj grab racks out the bag and throw it to me
they don’t want a problem with the boy, but it’s goin’ to be
trust in my brothers is as strong as i know it should be
future sign the contracts, he don’t even show it to me
i don’t have to second+guess nothing with no one i love
’bout to build a second guest house ’cause we growing too much
thing i got to scale the love back ’cause
[verse 7: lupe fiasco & freddie gibbs]
blue note table, watchin’ jazz on the xylophone
40 dog, need a chain for my microphone
chill is gusto, this that ’99, headed to the stu’
with the 9 in my backpack on the bus flow
but i had it f+cked up like an uh+oh
chill was like that’s secondary, school is the utmost
i was this close to droppin’ out
high school dropping off, range rover hoppin’ out, woo (woo)
sh+t was crispy
beat bringing back memories like they miss me
i ain’t gotta do bars, i can strictly
rap what really happened, you would think that sh+t was disney
air in the circle like a frisbee
thinkin’ about my n+ggas make me misty
all that martial arts make me risky
so you better put a gun to my head while you frisk me, n+gga (yeah, uh)
[verse 8: freddie gibbs]
f+ck the industry, you get lost in it (yeah)
bet treat a n+gga like i ain’t dark+skinned (f+ck)
but i ain’t f+ck with y’all since 106 & park ended
cypher’s just a waste of my time ’cause i walk the park with it (walk)
snow said: “let’s hit the awards”, but we ain’t dressin’ up
showed up in a tank top and chucks, he in a f+ckin’ tux (d+mn)
textin’ ross to get some advice, he keep me b+ttoned up (yeah)
i disrespected bro several years ago, i was f+ckin’ up (yeah, i was f+ckin’ up)
yeah, now i love him like my momma son
house up in the hills ain’t sh+t ’til you get your momma one
you a certified crack baby, i ganked your momma funds
pray the lord forgive me for selling dope during ramadan, uh (lord forgive me, allah, yeah)
dua keep a n+gga stable (yeah)
them crackers mark a n+gga grave before you touch the cradle
i sent a ton off to the moes ’cause i was more than able (feen)
they let the gds in the door, the lords was at the table (feen)
hahaha, yeah
[segue: freddie gibbs & idk]
i cut the doubt off ’cause that was my downfall
(triple s exercise)
you know i’m sayin’, n+gga
big rabbit, not lil’ rabbit
when the beat switch up
lil’ rabbit with the babysitter, b+tch
it’s going down, y’all
you know what i’m sayin’?
you gotta deal with the big boy, phew
between an eighth and a pound, that’s where the ounce fall
and i could never fall
like balenciaga on the sweats when they tried to attach it to the draws
(i can already feel my trappin’ mojo returning)
[part 2]
[verse 1: freddie gibbs]
uh, yeah (what it mean to me)
rest in peace big time, n+gga
you know what i’m sayin’, n+gga? (broadway)
that private school sh+t is expensive (triple s)
ayo, roaches on my cereal boxes, in gary living poor (yeah)
same meal sat+rday morning, we watchin’ diff’rent strokes (b+tch)
diego shakin’ up with me, ced and them n+ggas flippin folks
i was sellin’ dope when kanye was workin’ at river oaks (yeah, yeah)
i did it with no radio
had a million dollars before i ever met ebro (yeah)
’cause up until this point my activities was illegal (yeah)
i never made a chart, i ain’t let it f+ck with my ego (f+ck a ego)
what i drop spark fear
i had the album of the year, b+tch, you can ask nasir (fo’ sho’)
the gangsta rapper of the year runnin’ like ten years straight (fo’ sho’)
sometimes i feel like all my flowers comin’ ten years late (that’s how i feel, b+tch)
but f+ck it (that’s how i feel, n+gga)
vice lord poetry (yeah)
had to be twice as nice as these n+ggas for y’all to notice me
king rabbit, n0body over me
if i had a time machine
the younger fred would be buying bricks from the older me
if i had a time machine, i would bring chad butler back
candy painted, sitting on blades, so how you lovin’ that?
(how you lovin’ that?)
[interlude: idk]
real n+gga for life (uh, yah)
freddie gibbs brought me on my first tour (uh, uh, uh)
but i ain’t take that line personally, though (it’s mandatory)
’cause, ’cause the cubans is diamond but the jeans is relaxed+fit (yeah), dries
we don’t do skinnies no more (one, two, one, two)
mmh, time to cut somebody up like a good joke
(ah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: idk]
now i’m cutting n+ggas up like a good joke
i’m in some n+ggas’ mouths that i’m not thinking about
i’m too focused on good throat
and right after i nut, switch it up, switch it up
now the focus is gettin’ dough
you ain’t got a swat team, we kickin’ doors
these p+ssy n+ggas watching, we hitting ghost
while you n+ggas chasing b+tches we hit before
you n+ggas is hypocrites, we grip on the hip to hit
the target we militant, you hiding behind the tint
i bust through the glass, n+gga, that’s your ass
whether you guilty or you innocent, i f+ck, i f+ck
santa monica, i sin again
i might say who gon’ win the super bowl again
i’ll say who’s winnin’ the playoffs and tell my friends
to bet all of their money ’cause when i say it and mean it
you seen it, motherf+cker, that sh+t is happenin’ (visionary)
b+tch, i’m on top like it’s missionary
got the cruise in control like this whip is terry
after the d+ck grab, hit ’em with the harry or harvey
(weinstein, baby) hahaha
i’ve been tryna write but lately, i’ve been jay+z
i’ve been off the top like kodak, you ain’t get the picture? (maybe)
i’m almost at the four+minute mark
opps waiting for a n+gga to lose his spark but that’s (crazy)
b+tch, i could keep going, lil wayne on this thing
i could take your advice but you don’t (pay me)
matter fact, you kinda did with the stream
but you know what i mean, b+tch, n0body could (tame me)
number one on billboard, it ain’t a hot 100
but it’s still one out of a hundred, that’s (crazy)
i think i said crazy already but i’m going dumb through my eyes
dumb through my eyes, dumb through my— (lazy)
i’m clever with the bars, mixologist with a scholarship
i’m smart as sh+t (baby)
i’m shaking up the ground when i move
ground when i move, ground when i move, pray for (haiti)
just bought another house
’bout to put a wine cellar in this b+tch, word to (amy)
(uh, what— what else rhymes with amy?)
[verse 3: lupe fiasco & drake]
i’m from the old school, you leave the meeting with a kissed face
i was in hoop shooting j after j like that fish place
word to n+ggas living so rough that the pick breaks
but they still tryna get their sh+t straight like they mix+raced
i had a duke, similar to an s+curl
same game, tryna impress them out west girls
i listened to donda, i also listened to kanye’s mama in real life
that means i’m real twice
ricardo’s 40, n+gga, i remember when we was shorties
handling watas like a levee in new orleans
spitta andretti chevy, tailpipe sounding like it’s snoring
giving out gas, cavalier raising money while performing
dee+1 granddad was just chilling while it was storming
that’s how we doing, huh, whether whatever weather before me
tell ‘em welcome to atl, the city’s all free
and if you wanna see some titties, magic city’s on me
what up mayor? what up playa?
what up drake? what up haters?
got the clique in my corner just like a stapler
steady handing out punches just like a labeler
prom bars, i’m about to start caring about paper
and keep my yells+low like an ea cartridge for sega
stay tyler durden, but leave my job as a waiter
or keep the bars and be more intentional to whom i cater
that’s that sh+t
as conscious as common sense
they done let us in door, go n+ggas is going in
whether they throwing folks or n+ggas is throwing fin?
fic ain’t smoking smokes, my n+gga, that so a 10?
chance got the movie (yeah), ism just got a plaque
we just got a double, n+ggas just got a fact (heavy day for real)
just left album mode with me and my n+gga trakk (yeah)
and drake dropped this sh+t (yeah), got me thinking ‘bout going back
what the f+ck
[verse 4: drake]
the city’s on fire and people are in denial
charges being laid, but we’ll see what they do with trial
i’m calling this sh+t from now
sweetheart deals that the judges been handing down
i haven’t been able to see family for a while
that sh+t is wearin’ me out
i used to hide my pain in delilah behind the bar ’till my n+ggas carried me out
and if money’s all i need in my grave, then bury me now
i know i tend to talk about how i got a fortune on me
but with that comes the politics the city been forcing on me
man, i can’t even rip and show my remorse to the homie
know i carry the guilt of the city’s misfortune on me
i even got the cleanin’ staff plotting extortion on me
my parents divorce is on me
my therapist’s voice is making the choices for me
and i always censor myself ’cause no matter what, they reporting on me
the pressure is weighin’ on me
career is going great, but now the rest of me is fading slowly
my soulmate is somewhere out in the world just waiting on me
my chef got the recipe for disaster baking slowly
my heart feel vacant and lonely, but still
i’m makin’ the most of this sh+t and more
every single move is like rolling dice on the board
seen too many brothers get twenty+five from the boys
i’d rather see all of ’em get twenty+five from the lord
and if the last negotiation made you pay me twenty+five
well this is the perfect time to give me twenty+five more
i’m bigger now than before
co+parent of the year, we figured out a rapport
no fair what drizzy made on the second leg of the tour
how could anybody tell you the truth when they misinformed?
how the n+ggas turnin’ up with you turned you in for rewards?
how the f+++ do we manage to win everything but awards?
windows of opportunity let me go through the doors
this the part where i don’t ever say “pardon me” anymore
this the part where i’ma find a new part of me to explore
this the part where all my partners know what we in it for
this the part where we gon’ throw us a party after the war
and if the last negotiation had you feeling out of pocket
well this is perfect time that i empty them sh+ts for sure
you owe that sh+t to the boy, yeah
[outro: the singers unlimited]
i love you, i love you, i love you
(what you mean to me)
i need to make you, ooh
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