Aleksandr Shapovalov - Champagne / Rick James lyrics

Champagne You said I seem to be from the UK And you seem to be my cup of tea Cuz that p**y tastes like champagne I'll make it rain over the Northern Sea I want to f** you hard at the stairs Afterwards, stroll about to nowhere That's my idea of perfect pastime Isn't that your idea of the greatest night? She said What if I had been f**ing, s**ing, Alla Dagen, at every corner Been always on it Before I ever met You, What if? Then, I said, We should make it to the church steps And all you need is to know how to forget All you did was giving a common sense Now all that matters, could you feel that, How British my accent, how Swedish your a** Rick James Gentrification split the nation I was raised in My generation f**ed, Your generation stanky. You need to pour it up, it feels like blazing I don't dance, my n***as no harlemshaking Are you still getting uncomfortable? Look, even though I'm a foreigner I have a feeling that I'm dwarfin' em Yes, I'm not the only one Who thinks that a** needs polishing and buffing But I'm the only one Who knows how to rock white shirts and Gucci scarves on With all your youthful exuberance Today, you gon learn what the long run is He gon leave just an instant since I'm Rick James, f** them couches This is for errbody out herre Why are you cuffing? Your self-esteem being shattered By my dialect. Why I'm relevant and we need no fussing You're too old to comprehend.