LYRIC

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Go ahead and turn the volume all the way up to what I usually keep it
One hundred and that’s right where you should leave it
Even if you ain’t cool with the gang we gone celebrate
No matter what our color is we all gone melanate
Race is just made up word we all human
And if your shot’s ain’t going in you got to ball through it
Grew up in a country full of bigotry and hate
How we gone make America great again we ain’t never been great
Wait why don’t we live up to the constitution
Give reparation’s make congrеss approve it we got to do it

Turn your pain into champagne
And toast it up onе time for the hate
Pour it up one time for the hate
Pour it up, pour it up
Turn your pain into champagne
Cause I’d rather be waisted then crying
Rather be waisted then crying

Feel like I done lived a million life’s
Look up in the sky and the good year blimp says bigger vibes
So imma keep on grinding till I get it right
And even when I die I’m coming back to life to live it twice
Gold bottles with the ace on um
I’m counting dollars up with Benjamin’s face on um
On a rocket finna take off out of space on um
Lift off lets go pick up the pace on um

All my friends like champagne

Turn your pain into champagne
And toast it up one time for the hate
Pour it up one time for the hate
Pour it up, pour it up
Turn your pain into champagne
Cause I’d rather be waisted then crying
Rather be waisted then crying

Lord have mercy yes sir

Lets talk about pain
Talk about pain champagne
Good old champagne
Lord have mercy yes sir
Can i get a witness
Oh lord I can feel it coming in the air tonight
Let me know if you know what I’m talking about

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