| Uhuh, yeah
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| So far so good
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| 'Cause I been doing things that they wish they could
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| Smoke fill my lungs
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| Car full of skunk
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| 'Cause every single day I just do what I want
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| Come and party with the youngin who don’t really have a care
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| I remember days, felt like nobody was there
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| Still, I’m like the best kept secret
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| Wanna be Lamp City, but you just can’t speak it
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| Got the hotel room filled up with peeps
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| Blessed, chilling with some bitches who gon' roll some weed
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| I see the hate, I don’t instigate
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| I make music, you do it for the Insta fame
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| But not us, true player for real
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| Like my man Carl Tommy hold out on your deal
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| Because the money come in lump sums
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| But tonight, I’m just really tryin' to love some
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| Thinking 'bout you lately, I don’t even know what planet I’m on
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| (Tell me what world we on, baby, tell me what world we on?)
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| Give me one good reason, why don’t me and you just leave and go home?
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| (I just can’t do anymore, baby girl, it’s like two in the morning)
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| I life for the fun of things
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| We just rolling all these strains
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| Smoke the whole thing to my face
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| This is just another day
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| Ay
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| They wanted me to fail, now I pay for the bill
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| That real talk, like it’s good service hitting the sale
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| Them late nights that I had felt like I was in Hell
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| Remember sleeping on the couch, man the pillows smelled
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| And now it’s Versace sheets when I rock the beat
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| Two tones, sub-mirror and
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| Got investments in stocks
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| Big boss moves, it never stops
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| I’m flying on a jet to helicopter hangars
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| Parties at them big ass mansions
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| Them coops, got two, thinkin' bout an expansion
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| Grass full of weirdos, Marilyn Manson
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| I just wanna motivate, «Cam, you so handsome!»
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| We just pop corks
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| Man, that’s par for the course
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| I’m finna rap my ass off 'til my voice gets hoarse
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| And when you see me pulling out, late night in that Porsche
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| Just know I worked so hard for this, Lord
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| Thinking 'bout you lately, I don’t even know what planet I’m on
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| (Tell me what world we on, baby, tell me what world we on?)
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| Give me one good reason, why don’t me and you just leave and go home?
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| (I just can’t do anymore, baby girl, it’s like two in the morning)
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| I life for the fun of things
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| We just rolling all these strains
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| Smoke the whole thing to my face
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| This is just another day |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Finer Things, artist - Cam Meekins. Album song The Life of Cam Meekins,, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп