Rolls Royce Umbrella - 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 and paying for my mistakes...

They saw me in a hearse like I would die young

From rags to a wraith the stars in they face

If I go riches to rags I'll put my face in a mask and "put that shit in a bag now"

Instead, it's poverty to fame

Another new artist they probably the same yea

See a whole squad when you pass us

My only exercise is me running out of glasses- 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

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 and paying for my mistakes...

They saw me in a hearse like I would die young

From rags to a wraith the stars in they face

Went from poor kids on them porches

To moving them Porsche's

And it may seem like a day-dream

If you knew-what-we knew

You'd respect that I came from that Buick regal I had to ride illegal

From the debts due to jet blue

To burning fumes on private jet fuel

Now they know my face broad day broad street

From a court case to court side- sitting in a box to them box seats

You don't care what we been through barely ate food

Spend my days making millions they can spend too

You mad I went from rags to a wraith

Went from wishing on them stars to the stars in they face

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 and paying for my mistakes...

They saw me in a hearse like I would die young

From rags to a wraith the stars in they face

25 to life or dead by 25

From Monte Carlos

To Montego when we fly

From goats to a lamb

We was speeding in them cars

Rags to a wraith we was

Reaching for the stars

Backstage passes

To champagne glasses

Don't you know that

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 and paying for my mistakes...

Falling

Don't know where I'm falling

They saw me in the hearse like I was dying

Don't know where I'm falling

Don't know where I'm falling

Don't know where I'm falling

Don't know where I'm falling

Don't know where I'm falling

Don't know where I'm—