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.