C'est La Vie Lyrics

I was stashing acid inside the refrigerator

And doing hand to hands in the elevator

Shit

On Franklin St

We was staying cutty youngins was getting paper

Almost fell out and needed a respirator

Considered ***** in 2020

Then thought the same last week

But considerations just weighing options youngin it ain't that deep

I went sober 14 days knowing I would break that streak

Tiger can't change his streaks yo fuck it c'est la vie

Selling false happiness on squares in a foil sheet

We was playing God

I kept a shoulder free just in case you cried

Seemed like every blunt we smoked was laced with pride

I believed only God could judge me til I had to face my crimes