Gold on the ceiling
Do it for the feeling
Not for the pay check
Rolling palm trees yeah
No stress season
Feet up and Im laid back
So high cant even take my jacket off
Smoke from my lips look like exhaust
Gotta feed ya creatures when you in the dark
So deep get your uber lost
Foreign things meant for me and I know that
Making new friends and drinking all night
Maybe Ill pack a bag and not go back
If you need me Ill be here all damn night
Hop up on my throne Ill feel alive
Feel like I could do this every night
Maybe its a blessing in the skies
Maybe its a blessing in the
I been speaking gibberish ey ey
Give no ** ** bout what ya have to say
Thats a promise imma make it I, I
On my mama hand up to the sky
Nothing gon put out my fire
Go on let them try it just gets higher
I aint gon change cradle to the grave
Foreign things meant for me and I know that
Making new friends and drinking all night
Maybe Ill pack a bag and not go back
If you need me Ill be here all damn night
Hop up on my throne Ill feel alive
Feel like I could do this every night
Maybe its a blessing in the skies
Maybe its a blessing in the
All night, all night, all night
All night, all night
All night, all night, all night
All night, all night, all night
Foreign things meant for me and I know that
Making new friends and drinking all night
Maybe Ill pack a bag and not go back
If you need me Ill be here all damn night
Hop up on my throne Ill feel alive
Ill be here all damn night
Feel like I could do this every night
Ill be here all damn night
All night, all night, all night
All night, all night, all night
All night, all night, all night
All night, all night, all night
Foreign Things