Big K.R.I.T. - Egyptian Cotton lyrics

I'm out in Sweden this evening
Stockholm this summer
Champagning with pretty models that
Pose while they slumber
You have to see to believe it
Eiffel my tower
A long way from that bopper house
Game playing there for hours
That was breakfast in bed
Too high up to be scared
No key card, you a fraud
Ain't no taking the stairs
Complimentary the emphasis on compliments
I really didn't need a suite
But the view beneath is ambient
Honestly, I'm really at a lost of words
300 block to seeing half the world
From the slumest of conditions to
Living in the 'burbs
Niggas claim they selling out
But that sound so absurd
Cause wasn't we younguns watching
The cars pass by, like "That's mine"?
Visit my father's friends on Christmas like
They rich and we not
They had a pyramid of presents
Stacked 'em up to the top
Get back home like, "Damn, Zac
I think this is all that we got"
No disrespect to my pops
Winn-Dixie just wasn’t paying
My mama did what she could
As a kid I heard patience was a virtue
On the first day of school
Those last year shoes, could hurt you
Stains on those Paco jeans
Belong on Tide commercials
So they talk and they laugh
I swore I’d get back
Now them double RL’s is hard and
My G-Star’s they got slack
And we grown, those dead stock J's
I had them flown didn't even put 'em on
Ain't nothing set in stone
Only Egyptian cotton

Life could be as smooth as Egyptian cotton
Life should be as cool as Egyptian cotton
I can't seem to lose on Egyptian cotton
Falling to the grooves of Egyptian cotton

It's getting harder not to sleep in
When every day is the first
Day of a well-deserved weekend
I halt the sun in my blind
So it won't peek in then roll over on the
Damsel down for freakin'
Room service replenished, energy needed
She opened the door and she barely decent
Ass out, I dig her like
"Who gon' stop us now?"
I might not see her again
Let's go another round
That's how it is when you come and go
That's how it is when we come and go
That phrase never meant so much to me before
Now, as it stands
It's the only motto that I know
Dad ain't get money, but we do that
Private jets first class, I been flew that
Who that trying to sum up my success?
It's like sleeping on the best
Egyptian cotton

Life could be as smooth as Egyptian cotton
Life should be as cool as Egyptian cotton
I can't seem to lose on Egyptian cotton
Falling to the grooves of Egyptian cotton