Champagne Lyrics

Champagne sky

Opiate high

You know it when you feel it

Cause you feel so alive

This that feelin' pretty good

Haven't felt good in a while

This that night light, bright light

Stars in your eyes

This that moment when the needle

And the vinyl collide

This that sunset

The pink and blue

The holy divine

This cause time it isn't real

So we just takin' our time

These the high times

White lines

Bloodshot eyes

Ok

I think tonight's the night

I swear to god I'm gon be happy

I pour a glass of wine

And hail you over like a cabbie

I light the blunt, you take a puff

And then we both start laughing

The world around me fade away

When you be looking at me

We just chillin in the hot tub

As the snow it falls

The water bubble up around us

To a misty fog

My phone is off

So I'm sorry about me missin' calls

It feels just like a movie

Take a bow, a curtain call

Are you an angel or a demon

I can't tell the difference

Cause you got horns, you got a halo

And the signal mixes

You're putting hexes on me baby

Like a fuckin' wiccan

The way your body move is wicked

You must know some witches

I lay you down, I give you kisses

This what fuckin' bliss is

And you're a fire starter girly

This a match ignition

This that Sippin'

This that Sunday

This that make believe

This that roll it up

And smoke some marijuana trees

This that take a sip for you

And take a sip for me

This for every breath you breath

And every breath I need

This for every night

The bedroom turned to outer space

And this for every night

The drugs had too much potency

This for every time I'm sick

And every time you well

And this for every time we split between heaven and hell

This for every time we slipped

And every time we fell

And this for all the R.A.O.'s

Who ever been to jail

This for all the mothafuckas

Who don't wish me well

And this that middle finger

Like fuck everybody else

This is for my family

This is if you stuck around

This is because I love you

This for the up's and down's

I hope you liked the album

This is me, I'm signing off

And this that mothafucka kickin' ass

Like Lara Croft

What we picture

It ain't what we picture perfect

And what the dream means

We can not always interpret

This the sun, the moon

The constellation circus

The supercalifradulisticexpialidurshis

This is the final mothafucka

And I think it's holy

And if I make a song after this then you fucking owe me