FINER THINGS - KILLY

Tryna make her dance, make her do-si-do

Heart on froze, neck sub-zero

The kids in the back, I gave them hope

Never really did what I was told

Did what I want, just didn’t fold

Hardly hear the hate from this side of the globe

Spot no fake inside my soul

Whole lot of pain in my Styrofoam

Fell in love with the finer things, the finer things, the finer things (Yeah)

Stars align with the mandem toast

Pinky ring kinda like Pluto

This designer taste, designr taste, designer tast (Yeah)

I’m not the same man that you know

Straps on my pants, not no Velcro (Yeah)

Handshake a couple CEO’s

For some reason they have problems with me

But I don’t really know

He probably seen his daughter with me

Oh my God, I love KILLY flow

It’s a little too late, should’ve bought it from me

Should’ve out the dotted line ​in front of me (Yeah)

Could’ve build a whole gold mine right on me

In my country I’m Trudeau (Yeah)

Walk out the door, see snow (See snow)

This is the life that I chose

Walk in the road, I’m in control

My Damier coat two-tone

My bitch, she bad to the bone

I’m at Chris Jerk bitin' up the bones (Yeah)

And I’m two blocks down from home

I’ma turn up like this day, doomsday

Got the club goin' up, like Tuesday

CBC, it was me and Michael Bublé

Shook my hand, told me I was too swag

See me on TV, now I’m important

Red carpet and the fans are recordin'

My best friend’s name is Robert Borden

My ex keep callin' and I ignore it

Sunday morning I was eatin' on porridge

Swamp in my cup (What?), of course I’ma pour it (What? Yeah)

Had two pups I’d walk on Brimorton

Now I’m big dawg in the hills, in the fortress

Hundred band jugg for a two minute chorus

Misunderstood, made a little, more more of ya

Suit one of one, I had to import it

Jeff Gordon, hop in, I’ma floor it

Tryna make her dance, make her do-si-do

Heart on froze, neck sub-zero

The kids in the back, I gave them hope

Never really did what I was told

Did what I want, just didn’t fold

Hardly hear the hate from this side of the globe

Spot no fake inside my soul

Whole lot of pain in my Styrofoam

Fell in love with the finer things, the finer things, the finer things (Yeah)

Stars align with the mandem toast

Pinky ring kinda like Pluto

This designer taste, designer taste, designer taste (Yeah)

I’m not the same man that you know

Straps on my pants, not no Velcro (Yeah)

I’m the same man that you know

Straps on my pants, not no

Fell in love with the finer things, the finer things, the finer things

Stars align with the mandem toast

Pinky ring kinda like

This designer taste, designer taste, designer taste (Yeah)

I’m not the same man that you know

Straps on my pants, not no Velcro