This Life

Living on these papers, I can't light it even though I wanna smoke

Got a girl, I think she love me, is it real?
Babe please let me know

I get caught up in this life
This time just keep passing by
NASCAR races in my mind
Don't know if I'm wrong or right

But if I'm right, I guess I'm living my life
People stab you in the back
I'm yo in corner tonight

Letters in these words from lines in the books that I write
Hoping you might open me up like a bottle of sprite

I'm to the point where I don't dream
Feel like I'm missing everything
Spend most of our life sleeping
Couldn't tell you what I'm dreaming

Jersey shore ain't on the right person
Don't help the situation
That I'm always mind racing
And I always feel replaceable

Haha

Sparkling like glitter
Better be walking with yo head up
Don't em see a weakness
That when they gon wanna breach it

Music hot, like a tiki
Dripping expensive like fiji

This word so cold but got active control
Ennie minnie Minnie moe pick the hoes as I go
Babe, Batting average good, only getting home runs
Silly, These artists jokes, Need cymbals and drums
Living on these papers, I can't light it even though I wanna smoke

Got a girl, I think she love me, is it real?
Babe please let me know

I get caught up in this life
This time just keep passing by
NASCAR races in my mind
Don't know if I'm wrong or right



Credits
Writer(s): Donovan Womack
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