Rolls Royce Umbrella

Fallin
Dont know where Im fallin
Dont know where Im fallin
Dont know where Im fallin
Dont know where Im
Clever：
Champagne showers cant 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 Im 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 its 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
Ill drink to that
Ill 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 its over
Clever/Chris Brown：
Champagne showers cant 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 Im 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 youd respect that I came from a Buick Regal
I had to ride illegal
From the debts due to Jet Blue
To burnin fumes onprivate 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 dont care what weve 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 cant 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 Im 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
Dont you know that
Both：
Champagne showers cant 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 Im paying for my mistake
Fallin
Dont know where Im fallin
They saw me in the hearse like I would die young
Dont know where Im fallin
Dont know where Im fallin'
Dont know where Im fallin
Dont know where Im fallin
Dont know where Im fallin
Dont know where Im fallin
Dont know where Im