Finer Things

(album: The Life Of Cam Meekins, Pt. 3 - 2019)

Uhuh, yeah
So far so good
'Cause I been doing things that they wish they could
Smoke fill my lungs
Car full of skunk
'Cause every single day I just do what I want
Come and party with the youngin who don't really have a care
I remember days, felt like nobody was there
Still, I'm like the best kept secret
Wanna be Lamp City, but you just can't speak it
Got the hotel room filled up with peeps
Blessed, chilling with some bitches who gon' roll some weed
I see the hate, I don't instigate
I make music, you do it for the Insta fame
But not us, true player for real
Like my man Carl Tommy hold out on your deal
Because the money come in lump sums
But tonight, I'm just really trying to love some

Thinking 'bout you lately, I don't even know what planet I'm on
(Tell me what world we on, baby, tell me what world we on?)
Give me one good reason, why don't me and you just leave and go home?
(I just can't do anymore, baby girl, it's like two in the morning)
I life for the fun of things
We just rolling all these strains
Smoke the whole thing to my face
This is just another day

Ay
They wanted me to fail, now I pay for the bill
That real talk, like it's good service hitting the sale
Them late nights that I had felt like I was in Hell
Remember sleeping on the couch, man the pillows smelled
And now it's Versace sheets when I rock the beat
Two tones, sub-mirror and [?]
Got investments in stocks
Big boss moves, it never stops
I'm flying on a jet to helicopter hangars
Parties at them big ass mansions
Them coops, got two, thinking bout an expansion
Grass full of weirdos, Marilyn Manson
I just wanna motivate, "Cam, you so handsome!"
We just pop corks
Man, that's par for the course
I'm finna rap my ass off 'til my voice gets hoarse
And when you see me pulling out, late night in that Porsche
Just know I worked so hard for this, Lord

Thinking 'bout you lately, I don't even know what planet I'm on
(Tell me what world we on, baby, tell me what world we on?)
Give me one good reason, why don't me and you just leave and go home?
(I just can't do anymore, baby girl, it's like two in the morning)
I life for the fun of things
We just rolling all these strains
Smoke the whole thing to my face
This is just another day