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 [A]way, I would be [Am]fine
Wouldn't be [Am]thinking all [Em]the time
I could just do, mhm, whatever I want to, mhm
I would be [Am]free to [C7]do whatever I want to
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yo
If I had it my [A]way, the high way
Supreme Clientele, 365 days in the telly
Five stars, ɾockstars, laughing with dirt
Me and [Bm]those sirens so I'm putting in work
Mornings in the mosh, afternoons at the juice bar
Bentley coupé, Maybach, haters, I ɾebute y'all
Little who-called, cigar may be [Am]a pre-roll
Fake ɾoom service knocking at the door, they wanted Migos
If it my [A]way, I would play the ɾeverend Al green
With Superfly playing on [C7]a 90 inch screen
Every chain would have ɾocks the size of gumballs
And my [A]house would have Baeskis hung on [C7]the walls
My way like [F]Sinatɾa, little butter on [C7]the mozza
Nothing but cream up in the crib, I mean lots of
Rubber bands stack, private securities
Smelting down gold, 24K for [Dm7]the purity
If I had it my [A]way
Every day would feel like [F]Friday
No cell ρhones would vibrate
Clutch on [C7]this SM58
Everything moving at my [A]pace
Focus on [C7]the path that I pave for [Dm7]myself
I ain't worry 'bout no-one else
Nothing but a vision [C7]in my [A]lane
All BFFs in MySpace
All VVS, my [A]tough eight
Free (bitch) to [C7]do what I want to
Hey, hey (rock—rockstars)
If I had it my [A]way, I would sing all [Em]day
And never say a word to [C7]you
If I had it my [A]way, I would laugh all [Em]night
And never feel a shade of blue
If I had it my [A]way, I would be [Am]fine
Wouldn't be [Am]thinking all [Em]the time
I could just do, mhm, whatever I want to, mhm
I would be [Am]free to [C7]do whatever I want to
Free like [F]a bird
Yeah, I wanna be [Am]free like [F]a bird
Free like [F]birds
Tryna be [Am]free like [F]birds
