Finer Things - Cam Meekins

Uhuh, yeah

So far so good

'Cause I been doing things that they wish they could

Smoke fill my lungs

Car full of skunk

'Cause every single day I just do what I want

Come and party with the youngin who don’t really have a care

I remember days, felt like nobody was there

Still, I’m like the best kept secret

Wanna be Lamp City, but you just can’t speak it

Got the hotel room filled up with peeps

Blessed, chilling with some bitches who gon' roll some weed

I see the hate, I don’t instigate

I make music, you do it for the Insta fame

But not us, true player for real

Like my man Carl Tommy hold out on your deal

Because the money come in lump sums

But tonight, I’m just really tryin' to love some

Thinking 'bout you lately, I don’t even know what planet I’m on

(Tell me what world we on, baby, tell me what world we on?)

Give me one good reason, why don’t me and you just leave and go home?

(I just can’t do anymore, baby girl, it’s like two in the morning)

I life for the fun of things

We just rolling all these strains

Smoke the whole thing to my face

This is just another day

Ay

They wanted me to fail, now I pay for the bill

That real talk, like it’s good service hitting the sale

Them late nights that I had felt like I was in Hell

Remember sleeping on the couch, man the pillows smelled

And now it’s Versace sheets when I rock the beat

Two tones, sub-mirror and

Got investments in stocks

Big boss moves, it never stops

I’m flying on a jet to helicopter hangars

Parties at them big ass mansions

Them coops, got two, thinkin' bout an expansion

Grass full of weirdos, Marilyn Manson

I just wanna motivate, «Cam, you so handsome!»

We just pop corks

Man, that’s par for the course

I’m finna rap my ass off 'til my voice gets hoarse

And when you see me pulling out, late night in that Porsche

Just know I worked so hard for this, Lord

Thinking 'bout you lately, I don’t even know what planet I’m on

(Tell me what world we on, baby, tell me what world we on?)

Give me one good reason, why don’t me and you just leave and go home?

(I just can’t do anymore, baby girl, it’s like two in the morning)

I life for the fun of things

We just rolling all these strains

Smoke the whole thing to my face

This is just another day