Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rolls Royce Umbrella, artist - Chris Brown. Date of issue: 11.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rolls Royce Umbrella |
| Champagne showers |
| Can't make flowers |
| Bloom |
| But the champagne keeps raining |
| On my Rolls-Royce umbrella |
| Shooting stars in the roof of the wraith |
| Praying to the sky and paying for my mistakes... |
| They saw me in a hearse like I would die young |
| From rags to a wraith the stars in they face |
| If I go riches to rags I'll put my face in a mask and "put that shit in a bag now" |
| Instead, it's poverty to fame |
| Another new artist they probably the same yea |
| See a whole squad when you pass us |
| My only exercise is me running out of glasses- I'll drink to that |
| Dreams to reality - by any means to your majesty- from misery to mimosa |
| I was poor and now I pour it up until it's over |
| Champagne showers |
| Can't make flowers |
| Bloom |
| But the champagne keeps raining |
| On my Rolls-Royce umbrella |
| Shooting stars in the roof of the wraith |
| Praying to the sky and paying for my mistakes... |
| They saw me in a hearse like I would die young |
| From rags to a wraith the stars in they face |
| Went from poor kids on them porches |
| To moving them Porsche's |
| And it may seem like a day-dream |
| If you knew-what-we knew |
| You'd respect that I came from that Buick regal I had to ride illegal |
| From the debts due to jet blue |
| To burning fumes on private jet fuel |
| Now they know my face broad day broad street |
| From a court case to court side- sitting in a box to them box seats |
| You don't care what we been through barely ate food |
| Spend my days making millions they can spend too |
| You mad I went from rags to a wraith |
| Went from wishing on them stars to the stars in they face |
| Champagne showers |
| Can't make flowers |
| Bloom |
| But the champagne keeps raining |
| On my Rolls-Royce umbrella |
| Shooting stars in the roof of the wraith |
| Praying to the sky and paying for my mistakes... |
| They saw me in a hearse like I would die young |
| From rags to a wraith the stars in they face |
| 25 to life or dead by 25 |
| From Monte Carlos |
| To Montego when we fly |
| From goats to a lamb |
| We was speeding in them cars |
| Rags to a wraith we was |
| Reaching for the stars |
| Backstage passes |
| To champagne glasses |
| Don't you know that |
| Champagne showers |
| Can't make flowers bloom |
| But the champagne keeps raining |
| On my Rolls-Royce umbrella |
| Shooting stars in the roof of the wraith |
| Praying to the sky and paying for my mistakes... |
| Falling |
| Don't know where I'm falling |
| They saw me in the hearse like I was dying |
| Don't know where I'm falling |
| Don't know where I'm falling |
| Don't know where I'm falling |
| Don't know where I'm falling |
| Don't know where I'm falling |
| Don't know where I'm— |