Champagne & Caviar

[Verse 1]
Your sick of crying, heart broke look what you get for trying
Rather have a friend than be with a nigga lyin'
Now you feel alive for the reason that things were dying
Now you realize you reached a new low bring on the highs
The last guy only put a ring on your eyes
That ain't your test but in years in the disguise
Your future's faded now your purpose is getting blurry
Feeling certain fury love shots fly
Hoping to bury any memories you ditch here
You seen all the signs but you would just sit there
Losing your whole mind by the fifth year
She's going out to preform hot shit in public
Ran in to hefner it feels wrong and she loves it
Difference is I dont know how to lie your life been one big alibi
I'm cold as ever as advertised, you keep it real you cut the bullshit out, big bag of mines
Moving on while the scorn attack the prize

[Hook]
A lot of shit comes with the finer things
Do you accept the bad attention and drama it brings
Can't satisfy you, you want everything
Fuck them other niggas get you all to a king
I had the dummys on my line too long
Now I'm gone bet they only come around when you on same song
They can fight over position cause Ima still be missing
Its only dollar signs in my vision

[Verse 2]
Nigga broke you heart again now its fuck you to all the men
Mind made up no argument time ate up your heart up in clubbing drunk and ordering falling in with the regulars
As long as hes getting presidents your guards down now
Tell all your friends your happy they say that they happy for you
On your new beginning nothing from outta your past can spoil you
All you got is time feels like your running out it though
None of your hours slow, that curse is powerful
Make you psychotic
Guess the people need another half to make em whole
Till separation takes its toll
Can't let the moment replace the goal
Found but never own it
Wearing two faces both every now and then you end up packing suit case and roll
Dinner around the world now
Seen em difference be often
You dont hear none of the wisdom I'm kicking too busy talking
If I pass suppose to cross it then ima see you around
Worrying about that nigga trying to g you now
I'm taking off

[Hook]
A lot of shit comes with the finer things
Do you accept the bad attention and drama it brings
Can't satisfy you, you want everything
Fuck them other niggas get you all to a king
I had the dummys on my line too long
Now I'm gone bet they only come around when you on same song
They can fight over position cause Ima still be missing
Its only dollar signs in my vision