文本歌词

I wanna go where the lights are low and the dreamers are chasing
I wanna live like we don't know much but we know we're gonna make it
And I don't wanna spend another night alone yeah
I wanna go cause if we don't live now then we're never gonna make it home
I'm living front row
Ya'll can take the mezzanine
Backstage chillin'
Treating life like it's a magazine
Seventeen and making money with no doubt
Had a crush on Gwen Stefani yeah no doubt
Like woke up inside a new bugatti
Just roll out
Nobody told me this was just a hobby
You know now
But if you didn't then you probably would have got it
I remember breaking even
Now we out in vegas poppin
I ain't trying to take the throne
But baby give me options like I'm Geno Smith
I tell them do it on your own me and Kina did
And now we trying to take the road less travelled
But sometimes the best sh*t's secret
So go your own ways cos I don't need it
I'm doing it my way so don't repeat it
And you can say it's just a dream I'm feeling
You wanna take me down a notch but this is more appealing like
I got the type of life that no one trying to mess with
You got that McKayla Maroney b**ches ain't impressed with you
I wanna go where the lights are low and the dreamers are chasing
I wanna live like we don't know much but we know we're gonna make it
And I don't wanna spend another night alone yeah
I wanna go cause if we don't leave now then we're never gonna make it home
Oh oh oh oh waiting til I make it home
Oh oh oh oh waiting til I make it home
I ain't a movie star I ain't a ball player
But if you ask me what I do I do it all player
I got these girls going wild like I'm John Mayer
And I don't need a damn guitar
Watch me I'm going far
Living out all my dreams
I used to live in my car
Now it's a limousine
I put it in the garage
Right next to my degrees
Hundred dollars for a hat
Trying to keep it supreme
I bet you're trying to fit in with your best friends
But your best friends
Picked a bad investment
I wish I could but I don' believe you for a second
You said you living good but call me when the mets win
The mets win it independent
Doing it independent
They tell me I hit a wall
They wondering where I'm headed
Busy buying the bard and busy trying to rent it
It happens when they wait around and stop and just forget it
And I be playing poker with a blind man throwing all my chips in
Working till I'm breaking every record like I'm Ripken
Dang uh
I wanna go where the lights are low and the dreamers are chasing
I wanna live like we don't know much but we know we're gonna make it
And I don't wanna spend another night alone
I wanna go cause if we don't leave now then we're never gonna make it home
Oh oh oh oh waiting til I make it home
Oh oh oh oh waiting til I make it home
Oh oh oh oh waiting til I make it home
Oh oh oh oh waiting til I make it home