Voila Lyrics

Nothing in my bank account

I'll flail until I make it out

I knew the way she grabbed my chain

It's something I'd lose sleep about

She made me feel it's nice to feel

A day in bed, the Sunday times

I got a taste of something real

That's ok another time

Tomorrow comes it always does

A stroke of luck the hand of god

I'm naked in the pouring rain

Holding up a lightning rod

Strike me down, lift me up

I'm sexy I don't give a fuck

What could've been will never be

I'm drinking from an empty cup

It's wintertime my bed is cold

I'm still trying to break the mold

My record did a hundred thousand

Tryna do a hundred fold

Looking up to those who came

And pray they feel me reaching out

A couple trains from Sedgwick

But I had to do it roundabout

Grammys stage is calling for me

Hold the phone I'm writing shit

They never get the winners right

So I just wanna go and sit

I'm happy just to be involved

If age has taught me something good

I don't need to win it all

Just want a peek under the hood

I'll fix her up you drive the thing

We'll do a lap around the town

But let me get the aux

And bump my new shit

With the windows down