Glitter Thief - Paris

We could fly to Paris, on a Tuesday
Be Butchering the language, by the Louvre
Aggressive instagramming, Sipping champagne
Yeah we could live it lavish, what do you say

Got a eye full of the Eiffel
And I can say that I can't stay
But I can't say what I might do
Sipping fine wine with the nice food
With the fried rice, getting type 2
Compared to, a living room
Where the mice do,
Run right through, that's my truth
Cause shit I been happy
All we need, some rolled up trees and cheap maccies
Yeah all we need, a card that don't freeze, and clean trackies
And the Nikes and the wifey, in the city they call Pari
That's my dream, but it's one I'll never have
100 bands in my hands, killa cam, only fans
Like I'm 50, spelling out broke with cents
When I'm 50, will I lack commons sense yeah
Cause everybody wanna fly to Paris
See the sights book a night in Paris
But issues ain't compromise in Paris
You can still cry looking fly, like,

We could fly to Paris, on a Tuesday
Be Butchering the language, by the Louvre
Aggressive instagramming, Sipping champagne
Yeah we could live it lavish, what do you say

Wanna fly wanna fly get away yeah
Tryna find all this time get away yeah
Living right live it nice get away yeah
Over night stay yeah, sunning all day yeah

Oh yeah we could fly to Paris, on the weekend
Do some sightseeing, hang with my friends
And we're lucky, 'cause they speak French
If you want, we can just pretend...
That we're here sitting miles from home
Just to get here took out a loan
and I know you can't do this on your own so, I'm here.

You and me, you know we're a team that's super
We can hatch a scheme like a scene from Lupin
And even if we don't I know this song we're singing
could probably bag up a couple thousand, I'm thinking.
Late nights and early morns
grey skies and cobbled floors
I hope I have one more, one wish
That we could fly to Paris.

Cause we could fly to Paris like we oh so rich
Get a butler with the car and he could hold my shit
Diamanté's in the stars, like Dolce did
But we still sleep on a mattress

I'll never fly to Paris, on a Tuesday
I'll never speak the language by the Louvre
I'll never Instagram shit, sippin champagne
Cause I can't offer lavish, what do you say?

Wanna fly wanna fly get away yeah
Tryna find all this time get away yeah
Living right live it nice get away yeah
Over night stay yeah, sunning all day yeah

Written by:
BRANDON HOWARD

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