Champagne Poetry (Remix)

Yeah, clean your pop filters

I don't drink champagne, but, like a girl in bubbles
I tend to say the right things and still end up in trouble
Like, how you got the type of face that's only loved by mothers
But, I heard that even yours has found that love to be a struggle
And I could never buckle under pressure, that'd be a waste
And you will never earn a seat beside me, or a taste
Of balsamic chicken with some goat cheese and cranberries
And sides of pumpkin bisque, my appetite is too expensive
And you don't have the cheddar, I'm triple creme brie with apple butter
I've never known peace, so para bellum
The motherfucking big bad wolf without a muzzle
And I got the type of face that'd be a throne to your mother
I think that's called a callback, you know, how you bring a line back in?
Like, how your last girlfriend looked like a linebacker
You set the bar super low, I bring up that average
And every single ex of mine is now in the past tense
'Cause... I got some tens in my past
And I'd add up those successes, but, that's too much math
I used to get tense dating 9's and 10's
But, now I take my bubble baths between 9 and 10, I got
Minimal concerns, my incense flickers like some neon words
Got big dick energy, my stock has surged
I got a Tesla in my cart, and new tits in hers
I got a his and hers hearse, we killing shit together
I got a phone that's full of contacts that I'll never message
I got a head that's full of promises you couldn't keep
You got a headstone that represents your failed endeavors
I got some blood on my hands from climbing down from crosses
I'd never throw myself to sharks, I'd rather own the water
You sacrifice for someone else, I guess that's worth some honor
But, how much time is that gon' buy you after you're forgotten?
I'd rather leave an impression on the world like meteor showers
I'd rather be my own endorsement than have media problems
I'd rather lead like flint water, know, the type that don't falter?
And let you goofy nobodies throw your pennies in fountains
You lack imagination, how many shots before you run out of your ammunition?
You got some nerve for someone that can only feel resentment
You treat a door like it's an entrance, when that shit's an exit
I went from taking naps for dinner to never skipping breakfast
I went from making hit records to just saying less
Because the ROI on that just wasn't making sense
I put my money where my mouth is, and, I made a lot
In fact, I made enough to never have to work again
I quit my job at 27, lost it all at 28, I made it back at 29, and now my 30's looking great, I might not ever drop again, I mean, like, after '21, but, shit, you never know

And, I had a bar right here, but I'll be honest with you I didn't write this down and I totally forgot what the bar was
So, I'm going to need you to use your imagination, real quick
You know, the imagination, like, I've been using my entire career?
Like, the whole reason you're listening to me in the first place?
You know, my imagination, "Oh my God, he's so crazy, he's amazing!"
I read what you guys say on the internet, every time I log in, it's just like, "Oh my God, I can't believe it, he's done it again!"
So, I need you to use that imagination I'm talking about right there
I need you to use that right now and just imagine how hard my last bar was about to be
Until I forgot that shit, because I didn't write it down
But, guess what, we are on time constraints
I do not feel like recording another bar
I am too lazy, I have done enough, listen, okay
Just imagine how good that bar was gonna be, alright, peace