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