Rule the World

Yeah, ok, ok, ok, uh, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok
It's all mine, it's all mine, one, two, three, let's go
I want to rule the world today, it's not a fucking metaphor
It's not a, it's not, it's not, it's not, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I want the sun to shine today and know just who it's shining for
Just let the sun shine, just let the sun shine
Just let the sun shine, just let the sun shine

I've spent the last thirty plus years living in the city
I'm tired of the L train, I want a fucking Bentley, yeah
A better life, a house on sixty-sixth
A Cartier, a caterer, a California king
You see I'm stressed out, look at all my gray hair
Treat me like a ghost when the GOAT is sitting right here
I swear to God, when I get it they gone know
Imma touch a hundred million, then a hundred million more

I want to rule the world today, it's not a fucking metaphor
It's not a metaphor, it's not a metaphor
It's not a metaphor, it's not a metaphor
I want the sun to shine on my face and know just who it's shining for
The sun it shines, the sun it shines
The sun it shines, the sun it shines, it shines, you know it

Oh, for fuck's sake, I lost the sweepstakes
I wasn't born rich, mom and dad, what the fuck
Man, this ain't right, what the fuck, this ain't right, what the fuck
What the fuck, what the yeah, what the fuck, what the
Where's my trust fund, where's my mansion
Fuck it, I'll just drink enough gin I can drown in
Pour some gin up in my cup, just pour some gin, pour me up
Another cup, that's not enough, another cup

I've spent the last thirty plus years living in the city
I'm tired of the L train, I want a fucking Bentley, yeah
A better life, a house on sixty-sixth
A Cartier, a caterer, a California king
You see I'm stressed out, look at all my gray hair
Treat me like a ghost when the GOAT is sitting right here
I swear to God, when I get it they gone know
Imma touch a hundred million, then a hundred million more

I want to rule the world today, it's not a fucking metaphor
It's not a metaphor, it's not a metaphor
It's not a metaphor, it's not a metaphor
I want the sun to shine on my face and know just who it's shining for
The sun it shines, the sun it shines
The sun it shines, the sun it shines, it shines, you know it



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Tulloch
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