Huey Wayve & Wes Burke - Champange to Taste (feat. BigTeag) Lyrics

I'm not the one who comes
And tries to fake this shit
Stick to the conundrums up in this life I live
You heard of freedom
You living free huh
I guess its your choice what to believe in
Haters gonna hate still live my life and I love my life
Yeah you done heard right
In control of the joystick yeah I'm living joyous
Forever I'll enjoy this rolling with my choices
For bad or good
Through power could
I'm understood nah its overstood
Always all good
Tread waves we should
That crazy love thats crazy huh
And if you got a problem got a problem with this ballin'
Probably shouldn't get your ballin'
Got me stinging like a bee and you don't want non of this pollen
It'll turn you into Gollem
No need for casualties just bliss serenity
Syncronocity blessed loving trees
No stresses be at ease
The life to be a king
The questions that I seek
Invested into me
My quest to be a king my quest
Woah
I might be crazy but way too wavy to waste it
No
No no not lazy
There's still champagne to be tasted
Anybody tell you who they are its a lie
I can see the past through the stars in your eyes
Life moving fast think it might pass by
Misuse like tissues but your eyes stay dry don't cry
Keep your head up high one day we all return to the skies
I got no stress on my top climbing the ladder to chatter with gods
Listen you bitching and bickering stop
Flip the ignition and lick up a raw
Pictured it different its not what you thought
Cancelled ambitions flows switching you off
Don't wanna hear it I'm tired of lyrics that say they the fiercest
But still don't come near us
Don't fear interference
I swear its apparent when speakers is blaring
That I don't be caring bout nothing
Nothing
I steady stays puffin
Puffin
Im ready for eruption
Ruption
Already got gumption
Gumption
So I don't got time for complaints
Continue my grind I release all constraints
I'll be alright yeah I never lose faith
Hope you do you I guess I'll do the same ey
Woah
I might be crazy but way too wavy to waste it
No
No no not lazy
There's still champagne to be tasted
Nothing better than a blank page
How do you handle stress
Mind filled with blind rage its better than the best
Empty paper and a pen in hand coming from my chest
Five times I'm Dylon baby I'm the best
Baby I'm the best
Don't give a f*ck if you impressed
Works I manifest I'm manic but I'm Wes
Cause panics yeah but I ain't possessed
Call me sneaky play it close to the chest
You the snake coming up on my loses
No applause for a phony
No awards for a coward
You don't think they can see through a fake
Imperfections is human they love your mistakes
Takes em' back to the rage
If you ain't listen then dope rip the plastic
This shit cost me money my dreams will be taxed
You won't understand it don't listen fantastic
Outside look nice
Inside Imma savage
Woah
I might be crazy but I'm way to wavy to not make it
No
No no no never lazy
Cuz there's still champagne to be tasted
I need to f*cking taste it