Clever, Chris Brown — Rolls Royce Umbrella

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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—