Chris Brown - Rolls Royce Umbrella lyrics

Champagne showers can’t make flowers bloom But the champagne keeps raining In my Rolls Royce umbrella Shooting stars in the roof of the Wraith Praying to the sky, I’m paying for my mistake They saw me in the hearse like I was dyin’ From rags to a Wraith, to stars in they face If I go riches to rags, I put my face in the mask And put that s**t in the bag now Instead it’s poverty to fame Another new artist, all probably the same, yeah See a old scar when you past us My only exercise used to be runnin’ out of glasses I’ll drink to that (I’ll drink to that) Dreams to reality By any means to your majesty From misery to mimosa I was pourin’ up, pourin’ up until it’s over Champagne showers can’t make flowers bloom But the champagne keeps raining In my Rolls Royce umbrella Shooting stars in the roof of the Wraith Praying to the sky, I’m paying for my mistake They saw me in the hearse like I was dyin’ From rags to a Wraith, to stars in they face Went from poor kids on them porches To movin’ in Porsches And it may seem like a daydream If you knew what we knew Then you’d respect that I came from a Buick Regal I had to ride illegal Pull up from the dead stu’ to the jet blue To burnin’ fumes on private jet fuel Now they on my face broad day (Broad day) Street, from a court case to courtside Sittin’ in a box to them box seats You don’t care what we’ve been through Barely hatin’ fool Spend my days makin’ millions, they can’t spend too You mad I went from rags to a Wraith Went from wishin’ on the stars to the stars in they face Champagne showers can’t make flowers bloom But the champagne keeps raining (Rainin’, ooh, yeah) In my Rolls Royce umbrella Shooting stars in the roof of the Wraith Praying to the sky, I’m paying for my mistake They saw me in the hearse like I was dyin’ From rags to a Wraith (Wraith), to stars in they face Twenty-five to life Or dead by twenty-five From Monte Carlo to Montego when we fly From Ghost to a Lamb’, we was speedin’ in them cars Rags to a Wraith, we was reachin’ for the stars Backstage passes, the champagne glasses Don’t you know that Champagne showers can’t make flowers bloom But the champagne keeps raining In my Rolls Royce umbrella Shooting stars in the roof of the Wraith Shooting stars in the roof of the Wraith They saw me in the hearse like I was dyin’ Praying to the sky, I’m paying for my mistake