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Oliver Francis

champagne celebrations

 

champagne celebrations

(album: pond scum - 2023)


Champagne celebrations, whip scraping the pavement
All cash down, you couldn't make the down payment
Oli flowing hot as wasabi on the sushi
Smoking like I'm Ginko, infect the beat like I'm Mushi
I got Saiyan in my blood, yeah, I still got my tail
You see that full moon glowing, you know it, I'm raising hell
Private flights to Miami and I'm rolling with my whole gang
Moist towelettes and a couple bottles of that champagne
Oh man, TVs all in the whip
Some Demon Slayer always playing in the back of that Benz
I'm tryna roll a lil' something with my girl and my friends
That's purple herb in my spliff, go 'head and take you a hit
I'm sipping fresh-pressed juice and my dunks match
I'm in a candy orange Porsche with the seat back
You know the drinks steady flowing and the bottles stay popped
Panties drop on the yacht whenever the cabin door's locked, yo

Gon' ease your mind, catching good vibrations
Let's go to Paris, take a vacation
You ain't gotta say shit, I been paper chasing
Every night a champagne celebration
Gon' ease your mind, catching good vibrations
Let's go to Paris, take a vacation
You ain't gotta say shit, I been paper chasing
Every night a champagne celebration

I woke up to two rolled blunts, you know us
Go 'head, tell the driver, "Pull the coupe on up"
I like my top back, sun shining all on my skin
I like them cream soda seats and some chrome on the rims
I like them 1990's Benzes, horses in the engine
My weed is lemon-scented, just a couple different strains blended
And people told us we would never be winning
Now we rocking Rollies and strolling through the Beverly Center
Yeah, uh, got 'em checking my techniques
Scented candles in the crib and all of 'em diptyque
White tee, CDG, my kicks clean
You find Chryse with some bitches on the jet ski
Y'all know I'm still with the team, go 'head and roll up some weed
My Supreme coming straight up out of 2003, look at me
Rocking some Prada, sipping piña colada out on the beach
They talking shit but do you really think it bother me?

Gon' ease your mind, catching good vibrations
Let's go to Paris, take a vacation
You ain't gotta say shit, I been paper chasing
Every night a champagne celebration
Gon' ease your mind, catching good vibrations
Let's go to Paris, take a vacation
You ain't gotta say shit, I been paper chasing
Every night a champagne celebration

Yeah, catching good vibrations
For real
Yeah, yeah, ooh
Check it
Check it
Hahaha
Yeah
You got a weak flame on this thing
This isn't one of them clove cigarettes is it?
No, man! That's the chronic from Mexico

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?