Limousine ft. Nomad the Native & Gëtte Lyrics

I come bending 'round that corner

Like it's Prom Night

If I hit before that curfew then it's alright

I keep it G, keep it real like the gold in my teeth

I'm so fresh you would think I'm a thief

Popping that bubbly it give me relief

Got me feeling like champagne for the pain

Got me feeling right young thing in my stretch limousine

Pop that bubbly like champagne for the pain

Got me feeling right young thing in my stretch limousine

Keep that Clicquot on chill

In my stretch auto mobile

Remember Ray's Boom Boom Room

Yeah well I got the same vibe on wheels

Put on a tux and go play the field

And my chick so deluxe, her looks could kill

Got the people in a daze, I'm so Copperfield

Attempt another feat while I'm tryna keep

Steadfast in my prayer

But I still ride around with the brimstone

Lord keep my head on swivel

Don't want my name chiseled

Too soon on a tombstone

These tints ain't the only thing dark

Yea I played my part

On a block in the hood though

Used to pray for a whip with the roof gone

Now I pray my soul ain't too gone

I wish I was rich like

Zack and Cody lived a suite life

Was it really what it seemed like

Fragile ego in the lime light

With a lack of esteem

The highlights

Ain't quite what they seem

In hindsight, I done fell for a scheme

Chasing dreams, I may never achieve

My OG's steady questioning me

How dare you get conscious

It's making me nauseous I can't take it

I miss when you sang about hoes being lame

And chicks in your videos naked

Maybe I needed a break

Or maybe that shit needed breaking

I used to want money to spend it

But now I just want it to give it

I'm changing

Oh

Champagne for the pain got me feeling like

Young thing in my stretch limousine popping bubbly like

Champagne for the pain got me feeling like

Young thing in my stretch limousine

I got dreams of nights that don't require me driving the car

I got schemes for going far

I got visions of the ceilings with the twinkling little stars

Stars is starry

She said, baby could you get it for me huh

Not to worry what

Now it seems like this phantom will haunt me

Meanwhile in real life I work like a zombie

Nine to five not a life

Last name ain't Miller but

I can still picture me living a higher life pick it up

Just gotta blow it up, dynamite

My chauffeur pulling up, time is right

It's all paid off cause I'm grinding right

Whether I'm Martin or Christopher

Just let me dream, nighty-night

Sing it like

Sing it, sing it

Da da da da da da da da da

Sing that lullaby

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