FLOOR SEATS
Staying up late getting no sleep, mmm
How we gonna take it from the nose-bleeds
To the floor seats?
Oh yea yea
Alright, alright, alright, oh
I'm feeling alright, alright, oh yea
Staying up late getting no sleep, mmm
How we gonna take it from the nose-bleeds
To the floor seats?
Oh yea yea
Alright, alright, alright, oh
Alright, alright, alright
All my exes probably think I'm loco
I could really hit them with a low blow
I don't really want be around y'all
I'm fine by myself, solo dolo
Still tryna live it up in my twenties
Keep a couple bad things and they love me
I got this wrapped like a mummy
My pockets got fatter man I swear them things on chubby
My bae said to watch what I eat
Runnin shit watch my cleats
All of my teachers said I didn't have too much drive
Now I pull up in the whole damn fleet
Too many options, yea
And we still got so far to go
But look what we accomplished, yea
And I'm just doing my thing
But she tells me I'm complex
Staying up late getting no sleep, mmm
How we gonna take it from the nose-bleeds
To the floor seats?
Oh yea yea
Alright, alright, alright, oh
I'm feeling alright, alright, oh yea
Staying up late getting no sleep, mmm
How we gonna take it from the nose-bleeds
To the floor seats?
Oh yea yea
Alright, alright, alright, oh
I'm feeling alright, alright, oh yea
I don't really need too much
All I need is the people that love me
Whiskey in my cup
And I stay up all night to get lucky
I know there's someone above me, yea
I know he only made one of me, yea
I know I'm different than most of y'all
I just know I was supposed to ball, yea
I need my crown but I know that shit's coming
So I really don't stress it
Do she love me, or do she love the money?
That's a million dollar question
That shit pathetic
But that white boy ballin'
That boy JJ Redick
I'm sending her money
I'm building her body
I'm building her credit, yea
Staying up late getting no sleep, mmm
How we gonna take it from the nose-bleeds
To the floor seats?
Oh yea yea
Alright, alright, alright, oh
I'm feeling alright, alright, oh yea
Staying up late getting no sleep, mmm
How we gonna take it from the nose-bleeds
To the floor seats?
Oh yea yea
Alright, alright, alright, oh
I'm feeling alright, alright, oh yea
How we gonna take it from the nose-bleeds
To the floor seats?
Oh yea yea
Alright, alright, alright, oh
I'm feeling alright, alright, oh yea
Staying up late getting no sleep, mmm
How we gonna take it from the nose-bleeds
To the floor seats?
Oh yea yea
Alright, alright, alright, oh
Alright, alright, alright
All my exes probably think I'm loco
I could really hit them with a low blow
I don't really want be around y'all
I'm fine by myself, solo dolo
Still tryna live it up in my twenties
Keep a couple bad things and they love me
I got this wrapped like a mummy
My pockets got fatter man I swear them things on chubby
My bae said to watch what I eat
Runnin shit watch my cleats
All of my teachers said I didn't have too much drive
Now I pull up in the whole damn fleet
Too many options, yea
And we still got so far to go
But look what we accomplished, yea
And I'm just doing my thing
But she tells me I'm complex
Staying up late getting no sleep, mmm
How we gonna take it from the nose-bleeds
To the floor seats?
Oh yea yea
Alright, alright, alright, oh
I'm feeling alright, alright, oh yea
Staying up late getting no sleep, mmm
How we gonna take it from the nose-bleeds
To the floor seats?
Oh yea yea
Alright, alright, alright, oh
I'm feeling alright, alright, oh yea
I don't really need too much
All I need is the people that love me
Whiskey in my cup
And I stay up all night to get lucky
I know there's someone above me, yea
I know he only made one of me, yea
I know I'm different than most of y'all
I just know I was supposed to ball, yea
I need my crown but I know that shit's coming
So I really don't stress it
Do she love me, or do she love the money?
That's a million dollar question
That shit pathetic
But that white boy ballin'
That boy JJ Redick
I'm sending her money
I'm building her body
I'm building her credit, yea
Staying up late getting no sleep, mmm
How we gonna take it from the nose-bleeds
To the floor seats?
Oh yea yea
Alright, alright, alright, oh
I'm feeling alright, alright, oh yea
Staying up late getting no sleep, mmm
How we gonna take it from the nose-bleeds
To the floor seats?
Oh yea yea
Alright, alright, alright, oh
I'm feeling alright, alright, oh yea
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Kyle Stenglein
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