Rolls Royce Umbrella

Fallin'

Don't know where I'm fallin'

Don't know where I'm fallin'

Don't know where I'm fallin'

Don't know where I'm

Clever：

Champagne showers can't make flowers bloom

But the champagne keeps raining

On 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 would die young

From rags to a Wraith the 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 whole squad when you pass us

My only exercise is me 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 poor and now I pour it up until it's over

Clever/Chris Brown：

Champagne showers can't make flowers bloom

But the champagne keeps raining

On 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 would die young

From rags to a Wraith the stars in they face

Chris Brown：

Went from poor kids on them porches

To movin' in Porsches

And it may seem like a daydream yeah

If you knew what we knew

Then you'd respect that I came from a Buick Regal

I had to ride illegal

From the debts due to Jet Blue

To burnin' fumes on private jet fuel

Oh

Now they know 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 ate food

Spend my days makin' millions they can spend too

You mad I went from rags to a Wraith

Went from wishin' on the stars to the stars in they face

Both：

Champagne showers can't make flowers bloom

Oh oh oh

But the champagne keeps raining

Rainin' ooh yeah

On my Rolls Royce umbrella

Oh oh oh

Shooting stars in the roof of the Wraith

Praying to the sky I'm paying for my mistake

Oh

They saw me in the hearse like I would die young

From rags to a Wraith

Wraith

The stars in they face

Yeah

Clever：

Twenty-five to life

Or dead by twenty-five

From Monte Carlos 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

Both：

Champagne showers can't make flowers bloom

But the champagne keeps raining

On 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 would die young

Praying to the sky I'm paying for my mistake

Fallin'

Don't know where I'm fallin'

They saw me in the hearse like I would die young

Don't know where I'm fallin'

Don't know where I'm fallin'

Don't know where I'm fallin'

Don't know where I'm fallin'

Don't know where I'm fallin'

Don't know where I'm fallin'

Don't know where I'm