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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 Osiris, son, putting in work Mornings in the mosh, afternoons at the juice bar Bentley coupé, Maybach, haters, I rebuke y'all Little who call, 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 Basquiats hung on the walls SongtexteMy way like Sinatra, little butter on the Matzoh 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 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 top eight Free (bitch) to do what I want to Hey, hey (rock—rockstars) Hey 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 birds I wanna be free like birds Free like birds Tryna be free like birds Aus Songtexte Mania