Lloyd Banks - Champagne And Caviar lyrics

[Verse 1] Your sick of crying, heart broke look what you get for trying Rather have a friend than be with a n***a lyin’ Now you feel alive for the reason that things were dying Now you realize you reached a new low bring on the highs The last guy only put a ring on your eyes That ain't your test but in years in the disguise Your future's faded now your purpose is getting blurry Feeling certain fury love shots fly Hoping to bury any memories you ditch here You seen all the signs but you would just sit there Losing your whole mind by the fifth year She’s going out to preform hot sh** in public Ran in to hefner it feels wrong and she loves it Difference is I dont know how to lie your life been one big alibi I’m cold as ever as advertised, you keep it real you cut the bullsh** out, big bag of knives Moving on while the scorn attack the prize [Hook] A lot of sh** comes with the finer things Do you accept the bad attention and drama it brings Can’t satisfy you, you want everything f** them other n***as get you all to a king I had the dummys on my line too long Now I’m gone bet they only come around when you on same song They can fight over position cause Ima still be missing Its only dollar signs in my vision [Verse 2] n***a broke you heart again now its f** you to all the men Mind made up no argument time ate up your heart up in clubbing drunk and ordering falling in with the regulars As long as hes getting presidents your guards down now Tell all your friends your happy they say that they happy for you On your new beginning nothing from outta your past can spoil you All you got is time feels like your running out it though None of your hours slow, that curse is powerful Make you psychotic Guess the people need another half to make em whole Till separation takes its toll Can’t let the moment replace the goal Found but never own it Wearing two faces both every now and then you end up packing suit case and roll Dinner around the world now Seen em difference be often You dont hear none of the wisdom I’m kicking too busy talking If I pa** suppose to cross it then ima see you around Worrying about that n***a trying to g you now I’m taking off [Hook] A lot of sh** comes with the finer things Do you accept the bad attention and drama it brings Can’t satisfy you, you want everything f** them other n***as get you all to a king I had the dummys on my line too long Now I’m gone bet they only come around when you on same song They can fight over position cause Ima still be missing Its only dollar signs in my vision