Tinne Tempah - Pa** Out lyrics

It's okay I'm good Let's go Yeah (yeah), we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast a celebration get a gla** out And we can do this until we pa** out (So) let it rain Let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pa** out Yeah, yeah, I'm in charge now I'm a star and I bought my f**ing cast out I live a very, very, very wild lifestyle Heidi and Audrina eat your heart out I used to listen to "You don't wanna bring arms house" I got so many clothes I keep 'em in my aunt's house Disturbing London, bab,y we about to branch out Soon I'll be the king like Prince Charles' child, yeah Yeah, yeah, and there ain't nobody fresher Semester to semester, ravin' with the freshers Twenty lightbulbs around my table and my dresser CLC Kompressor, just in case that don't impress her Say hello to Dexter, say hello to Uncle Fester Got them gazing at my necklace and my crazy sun protectors G Shocks, I got a crazy Don collection Haters, I can't f**in' hear your reception Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a gla** out And we can do this until we pa** out (So) let it rain Let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pa** out Yeah, they say hello, they say hola, and they say bonjour I'm pissed I never got to fly on a concord I been South Hampton but I've never been to Sc*nthorpe I'm f**ing crazy with the kicks, call me Jean Claude About to be a bigger star than my mum thought 'Cause every day I got a groupie at my front door Now I drive past the bus I used to run for Where's my f**ing clap, where's my encore? I walk alone 'cause I was born alone I chirpse her just for fun, I never ever call her phone I leave her in the club, I never ever walk her home D, you're the f**ing foundation, I'm the cornerstone I'm born famous, I'm sorta known If you son doesn't, I bet your daughter knows Check out my visual, check out my audio Extraordinary, yo, hope you enjoyed the show Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a gla** out And we can do this until we pa** out (So) let it rain Let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pa** out Whoa, whoa Uh, look at me, I been a cheeky ba*tard, man, I'm Look at all the drama started, now I'm In here laying on my back Saying, "DJ, won't you gimme one more track?" I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow morning (So) let it rain Let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pa** out (So) let it rain Let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pa** out Pa** out