Lyrics club-eppy/01* - ArtistName

Yeah
La la la la (hey)
La la la
La la lala la
La la la la la
Lalala lalala la la
Lalala lalala la la
Lalala lalala la la oh (hey)

I been in the club again (yeah)
It's a rockstar lifestyle once again (yeah)
It's a rockstar lifestyle once again (hey)
And I'll be clubbing 'til the end! (Boom)

Ona z europi to ja jestem też
W clube jest panic ja mam pistolet
Kurwa jak daje ta musa impressed
Impressa mam fya y grey goose to mess

Your stuttering tone while I'm taking this test
Joe to the bottle the fossil invest
I'm in a Monte Carlo and touching her breast
The beat of my heart match the strobes of arrest

(Three two)
Look under the neon turnt Tokyo skyriser C-L-U-B
Rockstar textiles coveted jeans
Lately been out of they reach
Eppy is dead but been clubbing again
808s x the smoke and women and drinks
Leather the jacket Canadian coat
It's a big body Rolls Fuck a SUV

I'm popping pills in pairs
Next day I talk to the mayor
K on a tear
Baguette in the ring like it's Paris
Stars swinging heavy and splitting your hairs

Bitch I went from here to there
Next week don't talk bout repair
Give to the club giving the shit that I love
Before I reach the stratosphere

(Ch-ch check)
You throwing the cash at the tables
You talking in fables you copy and pasting a rapper
Sold multiple souls to a label
Got labeled as industry plants and now you moving backward
Pastor was prolly condemning your actions
You acting like you done got put on a page front
Controversy done colluded your brain
Now the club life is the one that you runaway from!

I pluck on her hairs like I'm Olimar
I just went so many days without smoking on green they would think that the diets on carnivore
K cannot rock middle part no more K cannot weave around beef like some kind of farmland parkour
Whole lot of mid in the room without Omnisphere you sound harsh and horrible

Borsch potato and some kind of meat on my plate made a monster
Beat up the beat fix my posture rain on the wreath while I smoke on your wazza lucrative all the deposits
I used to scam for a bag I would go and sell rep foamposites
You dwindled your life away you don't do much I don't know what is the cause and

Ski down a mountain
Remember your eyes were a fountain
Intimate moments without them
These dollar amounts I was pounding
Make all the sounds you surrounding
I'm left here with nothing but options

Look and I couldn't decide
Baby you acting like you ride or die
Looking at me in my eyes of the weed and the liquor
I can't even find the stars in her eyes
I look to the stars in the sky I look to the stars in the sky
I can't even find the stars in her eyes
I look to the sky