Celebrate - Murs

Celebrations to steal life

Reminiscing to feel right

Remember what it would feel like

Sometimes it’s better than real life

So we celebrate the memories

You can’t replace the energy

Everything how it was meant to me

Conduct your dreams like symphonies

I got a red line BMX

Saved up 6 months for them to see me flex

My boys on my block gave me my respect

But what I really hope is that it would lead to sex

Bad brown babe name of Deeana

Had the keys to the boys hearts, played them like pianas

Or pianos, hotter than a Roman candle

With her sheer sun dresses and her open toe sandles

Queen of the school in her P.E.

shorts

Life goal is making out by the hand ball courts

Then one day she found out I sold pot

She said, slide your girl a J and I’ll show you what I got

I said, Not like that, what I want is your heart

But we can smoke a dime bag if you meet me at the park

And when I found out she can roll her own weed

I was in love, so in love, brother yes indeed