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