White dress, nails done
Drink it straight from the bottle
Yeah
Why stress, still drunk
Don't care if there's no tomorrow
Uh, DJ, play this song
Uh, I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay (But I gotta make him pay)
I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay
We poppin' bottles from the VIP, we celebratin'
Cause it's a toast to us, no it's a celebration
And it's a toast to everything that we've been steady making
It's a toast to us, congratulations
Don't ask me for no favors cause I'm done with all of these sinners
I'm tryna surround myself with motivational positive winners
And if we ended on bad blood I want you to know that I'm sorry
I clear my conscience to the world so I can finally party, I been uh
Cold hearted, toxic lover, we can't even talk no more
Put the bottle down and let me know if you can walk aboard
Cross the line between a friend and family, I cannot afford
So let's just talk about it over champagne and pop awards
White dress, nails done
Drink it straight from the bottle
Yeah
Why stress, still drunk
Don't care if there's no tomorrow
Uh, DJ, play this song
Uh, I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay (But I gotta make him pay)
I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay
We poppin' bottles from the VIP, we celebratin'
Cause it's a toast to us, no it's a celebration
And it's a toast to everything that we've been steady making
It's a toast to us, congratulations
Congratulations, to all my haters
We graduated, we finally made it
Poppin' rosé, it flooded all on my tux
Pure white cocaine, that slow fame, it couldn't be touched
This that no fade, that no game, we pushin' our luck
I been through the ringer, life is good, I don't give a f*ck
I bust my Burberry on ice so I could drown in this lust
These Mason Margielas feelin' older when they covered in dust
Feeling' blinded by these diamonds dancing all in the club
Sometimes you cross my mind when I'm inside it, pushin' a dub
Put you in Oscar de la Renta for a wedding with doves
Pullin' off in the McLaren with you holding' my love
White dress, nails done
Drink it straight from the bottle
Yeah
Why stress, still drunk
Don't care if there's no tomorrow
Uh, DJ, play this song
Uh, I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay (But I gotta make him pay)
I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay
We poppin' bottles from the VIP, we celebratin'
Cause it's a toast to us, no it's a celebration
And it's a toast to everything that we've been steady making
It's a toast to us
Congratulations
Josiah Nichols - Celebration Lyrics
Josiah Nichols - Celebration Lyrics
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White dress, nails done
Drink it straight from the bottle
Yeah
Why stress, still drunk
Don't care if there's no tomorrow
Uh, DJ, play this song
Uh, I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay (But I gotta make him pay)
I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay
We poppin' bottles from the VIP, we celebratin'
Cause it's a toast to us, no it's a celebration
And it's a toast to everything that we've been steady making
It's a toast to us, congratulations
Don't ask me for no favors cause I'm done with all of these sinners
I'm tryna surround myself with motivational positive winners
And if we ended on bad blood I want you to know that I'm sorry
I clear my conscience to the world so I can finally party, I been uh
Cold hearted, toxic lover, we can't even talk no more
Put the bottle down and let me know if you can walk aboard
Cross the line between a friend and family, I cannot afford
So let's just talk about it over champagne and pop awards
White dress, nails done
Drink it straight from the bottle
Yeah
Why stress, still drunk
Don't care if there's no tomorrow
Uh, DJ, play this song
Uh, I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay (But I gotta make him pay)
I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay
We poppin' bottles from the VIP, we celebratin'
Cause it's a toast to us, no it's a celebration
And it's a toast to everything that we've been steady making
It's a toast to us, congratulations
Congratulations, to all my haters
We graduated, we finally made it
Poppin' rosé, it flooded all on my tux
Pure white cocaine, that slow fame, it couldn't be touched
This that no fade, that no game, we pushin' our luck
I been through the ringer, life is good, I don't give a f*ck
I bust my Burberry on ice so I could drown in this lust
These Mason Margielas feelin' older when they covered in dust
Feeling' blinded by these diamonds dancing all in the club
Sometimes you cross my mind when I'm inside it, pushin' a dub
Put you in Oscar de la Renta for a wedding with doves
Pullin' off in the McLaren with you holding' my love
White dress, nails done
Drink it straight from the bottle
Yeah
Why stress, still drunk
Don't care if there's no tomorrow
Uh, DJ, play this song
Uh, I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay (But I gotta make him pay)
I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay
We poppin' bottles from the VIP, we celebratin'
Cause it's a toast to us, no it's a celebration
And it's a toast to everything that we've been steady making
It's a toast to us
Congratulations
Drink it straight from the bottle
Yeah
Why stress, still drunk
Don't care if there's no tomorrow
Uh, DJ, play this song
Uh, I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay (But I gotta make him pay)
I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay
We poppin' bottles from the VIP, we celebratin'
Cause it's a toast to us, no it's a celebration
And it's a toast to everything that we've been steady making
It's a toast to us, congratulations
Don't ask me for no favors cause I'm done with all of these sinners
I'm tryna surround myself with motivational positive winners
And if we ended on bad blood I want you to know that I'm sorry
I clear my conscience to the world so I can finally party, I been uh
Cold hearted, toxic lover, we can't even talk no more
Put the bottle down and let me know if you can walk aboard
Cross the line between a friend and family, I cannot afford
So let's just talk about it over champagne and pop awards
White dress, nails done
Drink it straight from the bottle
Yeah
Why stress, still drunk
Don't care if there's no tomorrow
Uh, DJ, play this song
Uh, I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay (But I gotta make him pay)
I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay
We poppin' bottles from the VIP, we celebratin'
Cause it's a toast to us, no it's a celebration
And it's a toast to everything that we've been steady making
It's a toast to us, congratulations
Congratulations, to all my haters
We graduated, we finally made it
Poppin' rosé, it flooded all on my tux
Pure white cocaine, that slow fame, it couldn't be touched
This that no fade, that no game, we pushin' our luck
I been through the ringer, life is good, I don't give a f*ck
I bust my Burberry on ice so I could drown in this lust
These Mason Margielas feelin' older when they covered in dust
Feeling' blinded by these diamonds dancing all in the club
Sometimes you cross my mind when I'm inside it, pushin' a dub
Put you in Oscar de la Renta for a wedding with doves
Pullin' off in the McLaren with you holding' my love
White dress, nails done
Drink it straight from the bottle
Yeah
Why stress, still drunk
Don't care if there's no tomorrow
Uh, DJ, play this song
Uh, I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay (But I gotta make him pay)
I can't feel my legs
I don't wanna pray
But I gotta make him pay
We poppin' bottles from the VIP, we celebratin'
Cause it's a toast to us, no it's a celebration
And it's a toast to everything that we've been steady making
It's a toast to us
Congratulations
Writer: Josiah Nichols
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid