เนื้อเพลง Confetti - Rich Brian

A home worth stayin' at
In my lifetime

Uh, blow me like Confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin' sh*t without thinkin', hopin' God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney
(Ayy, ayy-ayy) Always f*ckin' winnin'
Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic
Ain't got time to give a f*ck or worry 'bout my image
I'ma cut it off if I ain't gettin' nothin' from it

Ayy, got my mother's face and my father's confidence
Walkin' 'round the party, always lookin' like the perfect blend
Got my right hand with me, I will never need to f*ck no fans
Got real homies with me, never need to hang with bitter friends
Monte Carlo flew in on G5, lil' bad b*tch just turned 29
I'm only f*cking for the vibes, I only say hi, then goodbye
Mmm, if you listenin', congrats, you just discovered fire
I looked at the clock, guess what, lil' b*tch? It's time to die
She behind on rent
She got two jobs and a kid and still got time to give me neck
You wear loafers to the club, don't tell me you deserve respect
You use internet to hate, I used that sh*t to change my fate
(She gon')

Blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin' sh*t without thinkin', hopin' God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney (Ayy, ayy)

Every day I wake up, I live my life to the fullest, b*tch
Your dream don't mean sh*t if it just turns into excuses, b*tch
(B*tch)
I'm just talkin' facts, I'm just tryna make sh*t that'll flabbergast
I've been rappin', all you doing's talkin' fast
Man, I'm sure you could prolly do more than that
And I still got that rum up in my system
4-5 proof, that sh*t is so hittin'
He want problem, I'ma throw fist then
Told that b*tch send me the location
Ass fat, she need attitude fixin'
I'm sick, I got terminal trillness
My next album, call that sh*t Hit List
I kill sh*t and you are my witness

Blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin' sh*t without thinkin', hopin' God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney
(Ayy, ayy-ayy) Always f*ckin' winnin'
Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic
Ain't got time to give a f*ck or worry 'bout my image
I'ma cut it off if I ain't gettin' nothin' from it