-Rich Brian, from ‘The Sailor Experience’ Exhibition, Jakarta.
Confetti
Rich Brian Lyrics
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(In my lifetime)
Uh, blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin' shit without thinkin', hopin' God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) always fuckin' winnin'
Ain't got time to give a fuck or worry 'bout my image
I'ma cut it off if I ain't gettin' nothin' from it
Ayy, got my mother's face and my father's confidence
Walkin' 'round the party, always lookin' like the perfect blend
Got my right hand with me, I will never need to fuck no fans
Got real homies with me, never need to hang with bitter friends
Monte Carlo flew in on G5, lil' bad bitch just turned 29
I'm only fucking for the vibes, I only say hi, then goodbye
Mm, if you listenin', congrats, you just discovered fire
Mm, I looked at the clock, guess what, lil' bitch? It's time to die
She behind on rent
She got two jobs and a kid and still got time to give me neck
You wear loafers to the club, don't tell me you deserve respect
You use internet to hate, I used that shit to change my fate
(She gon')
Blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin' shit without thinkin', hopin' God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney (ayy, ayy)
Every day I wake up, I live my life to the fullest, bitch
Your dream don't mean shit if it just turns into excuses, bitch
(Bitch) I'm just talkin' facts, I'm just tryna make shit that'll flabbergast
I've been rappin', all you doing's talkin' fast
Man, I'm sure you could probably do more than that
And I still got that rum up in my system
4-5 proof, that shit is so hittin'
He want problem, I'ma throw fist then
Told that bitch, "Send me the location"
Ass fat, she need attitude fixin'
I'm sick, I got terminal trillness
My next album, call that shit Hit List
I kill shit and you are my witness
Blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin' shit without thinkin', hopin' God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) always fuckin' winnin'
Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic
Ain't got time to give a fuck or worry 'bout my image
I'ma cut it off if I ain't gettin' nothin' from it
The opening lines of Rich Brian's song "Confetti" refer to finding a place to call home that is worth staying in during one's lifetime. The rest of the song, however, deals with a variety of themes, from living life to the fullest to dealing with toxic relationships. The chorus, "Blow me like confetti," is repeated throughout the song, and could be interpreted as a reference to the celebratory feeling that comes when one is truly free and living their best life.
The first verse of the song talks about the effects of drinking absinthe and doing things without thinking them through. The singer acknowledges that their actions may need to be forgiven by God. The second verse contrasts the singer's life with that of someone who wears loafers to the club and tries to gain respect through hate on the internet. The singer emphasizes the importance of having true friends and making music that is impactful.
The bridge talks about living life to the fullest and not letting one's dreams become mere excuses. The song ends with the singer saying that if they aren't getting anything out of a situation, they will cut it off. Overall, "Confetti" seems to be a song about being free and living life on one's own terms.
Line by Line Meaning
A home worth stayin' at
Living life to the fullest is like living in a comfortable home.
Uh, blow me like confettis
I want you to blow me away like confetti.
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
I'm drunk on absinthe and high on marijuana.
Doin' shit without thinkin', hopin' God forgive me
I do things impulsively and hope for divine mercy.
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney
You're so toxic to me that you owe me another kidney.
Ayy, ayy, ayy) always fuckin' winnin'
I'm always winning.
Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic
I'm so humble that I arrive at the Grammys in a Honda Civic.
Ain't got time to give a fuck or worry 'bout my image
I don't care about my image.
I'ma cut it off if I ain't gettin' nothin' from it
I'm going to stop doing something if it's not benefiting me.
Got my mother's face and my father's confidence
I'm a perfect blend of my parents.
Walkin' 'round the party, always lookin' like the perfect blend
I always look good at parties.
Got my right hand with me, I will never need to fuck no fans
I don't need to sleep with fans because I have my friends.
Got real homies with me, never need to hang with bitter friends
I have real friends and don't need to hang out with negative people.
Monte Carlo flew in on G5, lil' bad bitch just turned 29
I arrived in a Monte Carlo on my private jet and slept with a 29-year-old woman.
I'm only fucking for the vibes, I only say hi, then goodbye
I'm just having sex for fun and don't want to commit.
Mm, if you listenin', congrats, you just discovered fire
Congratulations, you're listening to something amazing.
Mm, I looked at the clock, guess what, lil' bitch? It's time to die
It's time for you to die.
She behind on rent
She's late on her rent.
She got two jobs and a kid and still got time to give me neck
She has a busy life, but still has time for me.
You wear loafers to the club, don't tell me you deserve respect
You don't deserve respect if you wear loafers to the club.
You use internet to hate, I used that shit to change my fate
You use the internet to spread hate, but I use it to improve my life.
(She gon')
She's going to do something.
Every day I wake up, I live my life to the fullest, bitch
I live every day to the fullest.
Your dream don't mean shit if it just turns into excuses, bitch
Your dream is useless if you just make excuses.
(Bitch) I'm just talkin' facts, I'm just tryna make shit that'll flabbergast
I'm just stating facts and trying to create something amazing.
I've been rappin', all you doing's talkin' fast
I've been rapping while you're just talking fast.
Man, I'm sure you could probably do more than that
I'm sure you can do better.
And I still got that rum up in my system
I still have alcohol in my system.
4-5 proof, that shit is so hittin'
This high proof rum packs a punch.
He want problem, I'ma throw fist then
If he wants to fight, I'll fight him.
Told that bitch, "Send me the location"
I told her to give me her location.
Ass fat, she need attitude fixin'
She has a great body, but needs an attitude adjustment.
I'm sick, I got terminal trillness
I have an illness called terminal trillness.
My next album, call that shit Hit List
I'm going to name my next album Hit List.
I kill shit and you are my witness
I'm amazing at what I do, and you can attest to it.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Brian Imanuel Soewarno, Craig Inocencio Balmoris, Daniel Tannenbaum, Daniel M. Krieger, Sergiu Adrian Gherman, Tyler Reese Mehlenbacher
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Melonese
"You use the Internet to hate
I use that shit to change my fate"
BRO GODDAMN
@punpunisfeelingfinetoday4601
🔥🔥🔥
@sunchi11
I’m not hating bruhhh Give advice to Brian to make his rap fast like he used to with that deep voice!!!! I luv it
@mbut4741
Gahdamn
@Catastrophyz
Yato Fouze lame
@aozorazeroversion7277
@@iamf6641 I don't know what creature u are n where are u from, being overproud using racist word u don't understand it's not good Please stop it..
@ossama_najouh
HIS ALBUM IS HARD ASF 🔥🔥🔥🔥 . 88 IS REALLY BRINGING US NEW ARTISTS 💯💯
@bradebronson8835
Rich Brian was famous when he warmed bread.
@ossama_najouh
@@bradebronson8835 he was famous with vines not music
@kurosusucks
@@ossama_najouh ???? hardly got famous off vines, 2014 vines didnt do anything for him really, 2016 dat stick is what got him all the attention with the rappers reacting to it