[Intro]:
Ay yo welcome to Champagne Nightmares
This B Brown aka Bad ass Bobby Brown
My son
[Chorus]:
Put your glass in the air, like you don't care
We about to have a champagne nightmare
Put your glass in the air, like you don't care
We about to have a champagne nightmare
Turn your dreams into reality, into reality, dreams into reality
Put your glass in the air, like you don't care
We about to have a champagne nightmare
[Verse 1]:
Please excuse me I'm just trying to get a better view
Wasting time with these broads trying to get to you
Got me fucked up, cause I'm trying to see the better you
Cause I feel the realest when I'm spending time with you
And other girls tell me things that I want to hear
All because I might blow up, and disappear
Keep a nigga on the side, and pretend to care
So now the nigga on the side trying to shoot the fare
But I won't waste my time on a hoe nigga
I just leave that action for them joke niggas
Give them time for they senses, and to come around
But a hoe gone be a hoe, and still gonna hold you down
Even if everything ain't perfect, I know I'm doing everything I do
To make it worth it
Saying Imma do it all, no fame fame bound
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