[ Featuring Ghostface Killah ]
Cream-five-five-five stars
Cream up in the, rock-rock-rockstars
If I had it my way, I would sing all day
And never say a word to you
If I had it my way, I would laugh all night
And never feel a shade of blue
If I had it my way, I would be fine
Wouldn't be thinking all the time
I could just do, mhm, whatever I want to, mhm
I would be free to do whatever I want to
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yo
If I had it my way, the high way
Supreme Clientele, 365 days in the telly
Five stars, rockstars, laughing with dirt
Me and those sirens so I'm putting in work
Mornings in the mosh, afternoons at the juice bar
Bentley coupé, Maybach, haters, I rebute y'all
Little who-called, cigar may be a pre-roll
Fake room service knocking at the door, they wanted Migos
If it my way, I would play the reverend Al green
With Superfly playing on a 90 inch screen
Every chain would have rocks the size of gumballs
And my house would have Baeskis hung on the walls
My way like Sinatra, little butter on the mozza
Nothing but cream up in the crib, I mean lots of
Rubber bands stack, private securities
Smelting down gold, 24K for the purity
If I had it my way
Every day would feel like Friday
No cell phones would vibrate
Clutch on this SM58
Everything moving at my pace
Focus on the path that I pave for myself
I ain't worry 'bout no-one else
Nothing but a vision in my lane
All BFFs in MySpace
All VVS, my tough eight
Free (bitch) to do what I want to
Hey, hey (rock-rockstars)
If I had it my way, I would sing all day
And never say a word to you
If I had it my way, I would laugh all night
And never feel a shade of blue
If I had it my way, I would be fine
Wouldn't be thinking all the time
I could just do, mhm, whatever I want to, mhm
I would be free to do whatever I want to
Free like a bird
Yeah, I wanna be free like a bird
Free like birds
Tryna be free like birds
