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I used to worry about a hundred bucks
Even though it turned winter, I got fired up
It was just my luck
It drifted into the flames
I made it to the fire escape
But I got addicted to things
Beyond fiddling my thumbs for hours
Trying to freeze the ambiance
Of being outside the window
Next to the pond, and it got worse
Next thing I know, I needed a lake
Desires have piled up
I hope I got what it takes
Cause I feel caught on idle
I have to fly on planes
On the highest class
I love the pre-takeoff sips
And the chef’s lavish dish
The grand finale topped with whip cream
And a maraschino
I sit and fall asleep in seats that layout, flip
I think twenty-one, I need the Strip
But should have never stared at Reno
One-eighty from the runway to the hideout
Sipping the finest scotch on rocks
Diamonds the size of London’s famous Clock
Tower by the water
It’s checkered with bottles
Of the best of reds and champagne
Wining, dining, corks are popping off the balcony
We’re in full throttle
Champagne bubbles straight to the head
And bottles are dropping straight to the floor
Crashing, the exclusive’s way
We got that late night state of mind
And for hour hours
For our ours
We’re downing more

For hour hours
We’re downing bottle bottles
For our ours
We’re downing bottle bottles
Downing bottle bottles
Downing bottle bottles

I’m in that Mercedes Benz
S. U. V.
Armored in silver
With all the future technology
Twenty inch wheels
It flows like the beat
She’s sitting next to me
Watching HD on the passenger LCD
Her eyes spin
And the GPS is top-quality
Top feature “navigate to fame”
With red carpeted floors
Lines that wrap around the world
Find my name at the top of the VIP
It’s asterisked on the list, plus three-sixty-five
Guests like days like tonight make the year
Sit back and enjoy
The Benz has auto drive
They call it
“It’s five in the morning
And why am I on the driver side
I thought I hid the Keys”
Alicia and Jay-Z thanks for the collaboration
I’m living in a Nation
With a late night state of mind
So Garmin act like a Genie
And I’m on a carpet
Drive me to the best of places
This hour has to offer
This night’s about to go
Off the rocker

For hour hours
We’re downing bottle bottles
For our ours
We’re downing bottle bottles
Downing bottle bottles
Downing bottle bottles

I’m in full throttle, acting my age
I’m dropping empties out of my hand
Empties popping against the floor
I keep downing more
And the room is a canvas painted in acrylic
The nights spin and lights flash in 3-D, it’s epic
People’s heads are bobbing
As the paint splatter splatters
Hands are waving in the air
As nothing matter matters
The atmosphere is crystal clear
I lean back in my seat
Listening to the lyrics that time writes
Cause the music is instrumental
Feat after feat, repeat
Twice like MJ, it’s monumental
Ever since I was little
A Little Tike
I wanted to be just like Mike
But I miss lay-ups
Like I miss the music
Like I miss my grandma
And her golden retriever
His name was Jackson
He was thrilled to walk around the block
Howling at the stars, call it the moonwalk
The music is real, I wore headphones
I can relate, let time escape
Now I’m downtown downing bottles
Looking in the eyes
While washing my hands
Rinsing away tough times
I hope I’m acting like that man
In the mirror
And For hour hours
We’re downing bottle bottles
For our ours
We’re downing bottle bottles
Downing bottle bottles
Downing bottle bottles

For hour hours
We’re downing bottle bottles
For our ours
We’re downing bottle bottles
Downing bottle bottles
Downing bottle bottles

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