Life Lyrics

Thinkin' up the verse while I pen it

Then I look up from my notebook

Through these tinted lens

Don't remember when there was a time

I didn't have my flow

Cause to me it's something natural

Like how the grass grows

Movin' quite slow in my zapatos

Blowin' on this dro

Just to keep me thinkin' rational

Man

That's how it goes when you go

Whichever way the wind blows

Uh huh, yeah

You could spend your whole lifetime

Searchin' for soul

But you know I done found mine

Writing rhymes, eyes low

Hold on, one minute

But a lot like life the beat don't stop

It'll just keep spinnin'

It'll just keep spinnin'

And just when you think that life's a game

And you can win it

The reaper comes a callin'

And you gotta go with him

You just gotta go with him

You just gotta go with him

I brush the dirt up off my shoulder

Another year I'm getting older

The winters are getting colder

And the summers are shorter

Everyday is a struggle to find some sense of order

In this chaos, so I just sit back

And play Nas

Bob my head, close my eyes

To the rhythm, rolling papers

Getting down up on my knees

And thankin' god for what he gave us

By the pale moonlight, in the night

Inhaling vapors, everything's alright

Come ignite my fire baby

Citing Morrison the door's have been opened

In the florescent light

Choking on the smoke from the pope

Toking a holy pipe

Fuck up a stereotype

The fruit that I'm pickin' is ripe

Y'all know I'm right

Y'all know I'm right

Y'all know I'm right

Cigarettes and sex

Were what I once considered success

In a time where no concept to progress

Ever existed, don't get it twisted

I was trying my best

To invent a better future

With a nice financial nest

And I'd cop a cool lady

Who ain't crazy and stressed

And invest in a house where I can smoke la cess

And relax

Just pass

All of that negative shit to the right

It's just life

Rappin' is a lot like drugs to me

Brain is the dealer

Mouth is the sleek machine

To get my shit to me

I stand out on the street corner ready to pay

My blood is the currency

But the price is raised

So I reach in my chest with a knife filet my heart

Above the page, start to feel the rage

So I grip a little harder till I feel it cavin' in

Squeeze till' it's dry and there's none to spend

Reach in my kit and grab my favorite pen

I do line after line till' I start to spin

When I run outta words I gotta bleed again

I'm not alone cause we all addicted

Burn spare time finding friends to spit with

Fingertips sizzle on the tip of a lit wick

Fuck the cool kids man, it's us you should sit with