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champagne glasses - cordae & stevie wonder lyrics

[intro: cordae]
uh, okay

[chorus: cordae]
conversations gettin’ complicated, i could tell ya, uh
fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
i grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar
if anybody ever had a problem, gave ’em h*ll
i got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
everybody celebratin’ with they champagne glasses
i’m just sittin’ full of pain as i’m tourin’ the country
thought the stress*free life was gon’ come with the money (uh)

[verse 1: cordae]
i got my head up in the clouds livin’ off daydreamin’
still high up off of life, i know my light ray beamin’
got up out river, n*gga, now i’m straight mainstreamin’
flowin’ heavy, ‘member uncle drove a chevy on his wrist
was a stolen rollie presi’, couldn’t tell him sh*t
arrogance is deadly, in the moment, d*mn, he relished it
matchin’ chain, embellished it, drug dealer dreams with prison nightmares
was type rare, and if the shoe fits, i’ll buy the right pair
but sh*t be gettin’ worser by the second, i’m guessin’
put a smile up on my face ’cause life is all ’bout perception
tell my n*ggas that i’m happy, happiness manifestin’
even though it’s quite the opposite, but sh*t, i’m digressin’, okay
[chorus: cordae & freddie gibbs]
conversations gettin’ complicated, i could tell ya, uh
fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
i grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar
if anybody ever had a problem, gave ’em h*ll
i got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
everybody celebratin’ with they champagne glasses
i’m just sittin’ full of pain as i’m tourin’ the country (big rabbit)
thought the stress*free life was gon’ come with the money (yeah)

[verse 2: freddie gibbs]
conversations gettin’ complicated, investigated now (yeah, yeah)
you can’t sh*t on me, you p*ssy n*ggas is constipated now (know what?)
big vl for life, the biggest rabbit in the nation now (yeah, yeah)
you can’t sh*t on me, you p*ssy n*ggas is constipated now (ugh)
n*ggas can’t sh*t on me, p*ss the set, trip on me (nah)
play me like i’m p*ssy and once you in her, i burn like syphilis, g
youngin did a bid for me, i’ma slide for him ’cause he slid for me
know that you feelin’ this gangsta sh*t, i can feel it all up in your energy (yeah, yeah)
got her pregnant once, i gave her backstage passes
ride with that dirty, i know my sh*t dirty, i’d rather get caught than get blasted
crackers don’t understand nothin’, can never, they treat us like cargo, they stashed us
i just sit back and get high and i just think ’bout how long this rap sh*t gon’ last us (oh, yeah, yeah)

- cordae stevie wonder lyrics

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