Act Natural
I took life for granted
I take life for ransom
Now my pockets handsome
Don't do shit for cameras
Like my bitches glamoured
I ain't got no manners
Wish these feelings vanished
Wish these feelings vanished
I took life for granted
I take life for ransom
Now my pockets handsome
Don't do shit for cameras
Like my bitches glamoured
I ain't got no manners
Wish these feelings vanished
Wish these feelings vanished
Aye aye
I been on Ten
Paris where I got my fit
Baby all I know is win
In the '04 like it's a current gen I whip it like its mint
Pedal on floor like fuck a speed limit we dashing in the wind
I threw caution in the wind
Guess that's life for me
My bitch said she walking out for good
Like that's aight with me
Now we play a game of wish you would
She a spiteful thing
Why you throw subliminals
I know you coming back to me
I go out my way just to stay out the way and focus on the blues
Tool on me down to the wire imma shoot it like I'm Snoop
Heathen out now that's a reason for these boys to go regroup
Satan call imma step up dance in that water like I'm moose
Aye aye
I took life for granted
I take life for ransom
Now my pockets handsome
Don't do shit for cameras
Like my bitches glamoured
I ain't got no manners
Wish these feelings vanished
Wish these feelings vanished
I took life for granted
I take life for ransom
Now my pockets handsome
Don't do shit for cameras
Like my bitches glamoured
I ain't got no manners
Wish these feelings vanished
Wish these feelings vanished
I take life for ransom
Now my pockets handsome
Don't do shit for cameras
Like my bitches glamoured
I ain't got no manners
Wish these feelings vanished
Wish these feelings vanished
I took life for granted
I take life for ransom
Now my pockets handsome
Don't do shit for cameras
Like my bitches glamoured
I ain't got no manners
Wish these feelings vanished
Wish these feelings vanished
Aye aye
I been on Ten
Paris where I got my fit
Baby all I know is win
In the '04 like it's a current gen I whip it like its mint
Pedal on floor like fuck a speed limit we dashing in the wind
I threw caution in the wind
Guess that's life for me
My bitch said she walking out for good
Like that's aight with me
Now we play a game of wish you would
She a spiteful thing
Why you throw subliminals
I know you coming back to me
I go out my way just to stay out the way and focus on the blues
Tool on me down to the wire imma shoot it like I'm Snoop
Heathen out now that's a reason for these boys to go regroup
Satan call imma step up dance in that water like I'm moose
Aye aye
I took life for granted
I take life for ransom
Now my pockets handsome
Don't do shit for cameras
Like my bitches glamoured
I ain't got no manners
Wish these feelings vanished
Wish these feelings vanished
I took life for granted
I take life for ransom
Now my pockets handsome
Don't do shit for cameras
Like my bitches glamoured
I ain't got no manners
Wish these feelings vanished
Wish these feelings vanished
Credits
Writer(s): Adam David Willard, Patrick Wilson
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