Bright Campa - Goonies lyrics
[Bright Campa - Goonies lyrics]
Demons in our room, the box is full
Turn up the tunes
Night out with a goon, we don't leave clues
I'm the choir
There's nothing to preach about
Smoking dank, drinking pints
Reminisce about the boring life
But I gotta chase that paper
And be my own man
Stay humble, stay classy, all true to myself
What a time to be alive
Now I can die happy with the Gucci
On with Versace
Can't complain, you know my pain
We are alike, two great minds collide
Summertime, what a great time
Asian hotty want a piece of my meat
Serious look on my face right
Through the curves, reading
While the residents are watching me
She wants me to buy her three figs of sandals
Back on Snap, let's backtrack
I know she was a digger but got damn
Mami was so cute! I'd fucked
That pussy so good
While I'm bragging about the Hawk knife!
Shorty looking so fine, too bad she got a man
That's a shame
Looks like I'll be breaking
Another homies heart
Demons in our room, the box is full
Turn up the tunes
Night out with a goon, we don't leave clues
I'm the choir
There's nothing to preach about
Smoking dank, drinking pints
Reminisce about the boring life
But I gotta chase that paper
And be my own man
Stay humble, stay classy, all true to myself
What a time to be alive
Now I can die happy with the Gucci
On with Versace
Went to the beach, with the family
Wearing Versace shades on
LG in my PJs, I don't care for haters
Music is music, I'm having a good time
Demons in our room, the box is full
Turn up the tunes
Night out with a goon, we don't leave clues
I'm the choir
There's nothing to preach about
Smoking dank, drinking pints
Reminisce about the boring life
But I gotta chase that paper
And be my own man
Stay humble, stay classy, all true to myself
What a time to be alive
Now I can die happy with the Gucci
On with Versace
Turn up the tunes
Night out with a goon, we don't leave clues
I'm the choir
There's nothing to preach about
Smoking dank, drinking pints
Reminisce about the boring life
But I gotta chase that paper
And be my own man
Stay humble, stay classy, all true to myself
What a time to be alive
Now I can die happy with the Gucci
On with Versace
Can't complain, you know my pain
We are alike, two great minds collide
Summertime, what a great time
Asian hotty want a piece of my meat
Serious look on my face right
Through the curves, reading
While the residents are watching me
She wants me to buy her three figs of sandals
Back on Snap, let's backtrack
I know she was a digger but got damn
Mami was so cute! I'd fucked
That pussy so good
While I'm bragging about the Hawk knife!
Shorty looking so fine, too bad she got a man
That's a shame
Looks like I'll be breaking
Another homies heart
Demons in our room, the box is full
Turn up the tunes
Night out with a goon, we don't leave clues
I'm the choir
There's nothing to preach about
Smoking dank, drinking pints
Reminisce about the boring life
But I gotta chase that paper
And be my own man
Stay humble, stay classy, all true to myself
What a time to be alive
Now I can die happy with the Gucci
On with Versace
Went to the beach, with the family
Wearing Versace shades on
LG in my PJs, I don't care for haters
Music is music, I'm having a good time
Demons in our room, the box is full
Turn up the tunes
Night out with a goon, we don't leave clues
I'm the choir
There's nothing to preach about
Smoking dank, drinking pints
Reminisce about the boring life
But I gotta chase that paper
And be my own man
Stay humble, stay classy, all true to myself
What a time to be alive
Now I can die happy with the Gucci
On with Versace