Fancy

(álbum: Cure For Cold Weather - 2014)

THX

Blue sky, summer shades, uh
Chilling on a summer day, ya
Fancy, I'm fancy
I'm fancy, fancy
'Cause I ain't got change for a hunnid
They tell me to work, but I don't care, why? Fuck it
I'm Mister Noway, Noway
Noway, Noway

Ba-da-dickda
Ba-da-dickda
Oh, oh
Oh
Ba-da-dickda
Ba-da-dickda
Oh, oh
Oh

Oh, it's just one of them days where I just wanna kick my feet up
Enjoy all our work 'fore I sip on a margarita (Chill)
My house be like Neverland, giraffes and them zebras (What?)
All 'cause I'm Michael-bad and all of y'all can beat it
Started from the bottom, momma say we can't fall (Whoo)
My house is on the beach, the sea is my backyard
Toes in the sand, water grazing my feet
On a Bud Light budget with champagne dreams
But you know I made it work
Nah, I'm a king, X-Man
On the beat, the next man on your breezy (Whoo)
I'm so cool, they can't freeze me
Whoever said life would be easy?
But I made it (Made), one step away from greatness like Peterson running (Fact)
They talk about me like the media coming
And I'm living like every day summer, tell 'em Drop City coming (Uh, uh)

Blue sky, summer shades, uh
Chilling on a summer day, ya
Fancy, I'm fancy
I'm fancy, fancy
'Cause I ain't got change for a hunnid
They tell me to work, but I don't care, why? Fuck it
I'm Mister No Way, no way
No way, no way

Ba-dickda
Ba-dickda
Oh, oh
Oh, oh (I'm stunting like my daddy though)
Ba-dickda (Uh, stunting like my daddy though)
Ba-dickda (I'm stunting like my daddy though, feet up on the-)
Oh, oh (I'm stunting like my, okay)

Yeah, I'm stunting like my daddy though (Oh), feet up on the patio (Oh)
Only thing moving is the volume on the rad-io (Okay)
I'm too fancy to answer to anybody
You see the penny and fuck it, what a trick, grab my luggage (Yeah)
I'm boarding in ten, my pen's on the tarmac (Yep)
Tryna build a castle in the sand, grab a hard hat
And disregard the cardigan, darling
This ain't my party, I'm just part of it
Life's a bitch, I'm just tryna party with
Heard before it, all goes down the pisser
I flip birds with these words, I'm like the fucking wizard
I'm on my American pie so you should call me Stifler
It's fair to say I'm cooler than Ferris Bueller, you guru
I'm taking aim at these losers, you gotta respect the shooter, bro (Shoot her, bro)
Don't let the glasses fool you though (Fool you though)
Looks more stupid flow (Stupid flow)
But fuck it, life's beautiful

Blue sky, summer shades, uh
Chilling on a summer day, ya
Fancy, I'm fancy
I'm fancy, fancy
'Cause I ain't got change for a hunnid
They tell me to work but I don't care, why? Fuck it
I'm Mister No Way, no way
No way, no way

Ba-dickda
Ba-dickda
Oh, oh
Oh
Ba-dickda
Ba-dickda
Oh, oh