Champagne Flutes (Braille Rhymstone)

Champagne flutes on a cold night Shorty might get lost in the strobe lights She's running to me when she ain't flexing You can't be perfect your whole life I know you know the perfect angles Outfield with the Angels Bright lights with the champagne She catch my flame like a candle Champagne flutes on a cold night Got this heater on me I won't lie Everybody want to flex and finesse Already been tested my whole life Feeling myself till they're pissed off Speak to me real don't slick talk Cause I'll be gone in a quick second And pray it doesn't get to the stick talk Thought about me so she call me twice But She don't listen she needs no advice Lost love over last names Champagne on the coldest night But I know the streets keep on calling One foot out put me all in Master plan on my right hand Until the victory is flawless If you ain't solid then I'm nauseous I'm Tom Brady with the offense It don't matter where I'm at now We can move forward regardless My heart beating around the heartless Turning my heart to the Arctic's Champagne on a bucket of ice Got me painting like an artist Champagne flutes on a cold night Shorty might get lost in the strobe lights She's running to me when she ain't flexing You can't be perfect your whole life I know you know the perfect angles Outfield with the Angels Bright lights with the champagne She catch my flame like a candle Champagne flutes on a cold night Got this heater on me I won't lie Everybody want to flex and finesse Already been tested my whole life Feeling myself till they're pissed off Speak to me real don't slick talk Cause I'll be gone in a quick second And pray it doesn't get to the stick talk I don't know if she fucks with the passions Or just love that I f*ck with a passion Often I turn my love into past tense Maybe that's cause I'm stuck passion I'm used to smoking a blunt with no passes So I'm cool if she's not coming back But she got a have a butt and an accent Just for this to be something to last I keep it real never caught in a mask Don't know when they started calling it fashion I'm the nigga that got all that they lacking They've been wishing for the moment I'm lacking I'm in the Lac with a bitch in the back Cause I do irrational shit for the rations Only thing promised his death and the taxes So I got to get some thing to happen Lean back as a blow smoke to the moon Tell myself it's alright We both know we're gone do what we do As long as you love the mood Champagne flutes on a cold night Shorty might get lost in the strobe lights She's running to me when she ain't flexing You can't be perfect your whole life I know you know the perfect angles Outfield with the Angels Bright lights with the champagne She catch my flame like a candle Champagne flutes on a cold night Got this heater on me I won't lie Everybody want to flex and finesse Already been tested my whole life Feeling myself till they're pissed off Speak to me real don't slick talk Cause I'll be gone in a quick second And pray it doesn't get to the stick talk