Breakfast in Paris
Breakfast in Paris
Dinner with Tiffany
Smoke on the teariss
This lifestyle fitting me
Feel like I've been gone for so long
Think I found the missen piece
Finally who I'm supposed to be
Feeling my ghosts let go off me
End of the road thats the goal for me
And I that thing called life ain't let you go for free
So I
Put up my fists
Speak up my mind
Say by to the bitch
Than shoot for the sky
Ask me why I'm never sitting round
Got to much to do before I die
This how I like
Imma go take the whole pie
Family can't eat off a slice
I could probably eats these beats all my life
Food ain't fill my appetite
For the lights cameras and the action
Not to mention the struggle and passion
How many of you really put in the work
Honestly homie I'm seriously asking
Breakfast in Paris
Dinner with Tiffany
Smoke on the teariss
This lifestyle fitting me
Feel like I've been gone for so long
Think I found the missen piece
Came a long way from home
Got along way to go
Had to stand on my own
Don't even answer my phone
Les they gone say that we on
feeling like imma king
Brush off the dirt from my white tee
Done payed the price just to be me
Y'all thinkn this shit come free
This that blood sweat and tears
This that grinding for years
That's that switch up the gears
This it that feeling you get when you reaching the summit and realize you finally here
Yeah this the jam of the year
T celebration with peers
Call up the hotties we havin a hell of a party
Tell em bring molly and plenty of beer
Dinner with Tiffany
Smoke on the teariss
This lifestyle fitting me
Feel like I've been gone for so long
Think I found the missen piece
Finally who I'm supposed to be
Feeling my ghosts let go off me
End of the road thats the goal for me
And I that thing called life ain't let you go for free
So I
Put up my fists
Speak up my mind
Say by to the bitch
Than shoot for the sky
Ask me why I'm never sitting round
Got to much to do before I die
This how I like
Imma go take the whole pie
Family can't eat off a slice
I could probably eats these beats all my life
Food ain't fill my appetite
For the lights cameras and the action
Not to mention the struggle and passion
How many of you really put in the work
Honestly homie I'm seriously asking
Breakfast in Paris
Dinner with Tiffany
Smoke on the teariss
This lifestyle fitting me
Feel like I've been gone for so long
Think I found the missen piece
Came a long way from home
Got along way to go
Had to stand on my own
Don't even answer my phone
Les they gone say that we on
feeling like imma king
Brush off the dirt from my white tee
Done payed the price just to be me
Y'all thinkn this shit come free
This that blood sweat and tears
This that grinding for years
That's that switch up the gears
This it that feeling you get when you reaching the summit and realize you finally here
Yeah this the jam of the year
T celebration with peers
Call up the hotties we havin a hell of a party
Tell em bring molly and plenty of beer
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Writer(s): Tanner Hart
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