Beautiful
Beautiful life
Beautiful wife
What a hell of a time
What a hell of a ride
Yeah I see so clear
Not blind from the light
Brodie said that shit fire
Gotta listen to the wise
You ain't on my side
Flood my wrist down who's a bitch now
Getting rich now I can't switch now
Know my weed loud time to eat now
Feel so free now feel so fucking free now
Big ass beamer yeah it feel like a 'vette
Big mad 'cause you be talking to the feds
Counting out bands when I pull up in red
Cancel your plans I want you in my bed
Big New York I'm a Yankee
You want the real me you prolly gon' hate me
Shooting a film I feel like I'm Scorsese
Hittin' my bitch from the back I'm not lazy
Yeah you got a problem with me
Yeah you got a problem with us
She starting to tell me I'm nuts
I'm starting to lose all my trust
I'm putting this weed in my lungs
I'm starting to think about stuff
I'm starting to think about us
I'm feeling this life is so tough
Beautiful life
Beautiful wife
What a hell of a time
What a hell of a ride
Yeah I see so clear
Not blind from the light
Brodie said that shit fire
Gotta listen to the wise
You ain't on my side
Flood my wrist down who's a bitch now
Getting rich now I can't switch now
Know my weed loud time to eat now
Feel so free now feel so fucking free now
Feel so free now, feel so fucking free now
Feel so free now, I might fucking green out
Pop a perc, pop whatever if you hurt
Feel so free now, feel so fucking free now
Beautiful wife
What a hell of a time
What a hell of a ride
Yeah I see so clear
Not blind from the light
Brodie said that shit fire
Gotta listen to the wise
You ain't on my side
Flood my wrist down who's a bitch now
Getting rich now I can't switch now
Know my weed loud time to eat now
Feel so free now feel so fucking free now
Big ass beamer yeah it feel like a 'vette
Big mad 'cause you be talking to the feds
Counting out bands when I pull up in red
Cancel your plans I want you in my bed
Big New York I'm a Yankee
You want the real me you prolly gon' hate me
Shooting a film I feel like I'm Scorsese
Hittin' my bitch from the back I'm not lazy
Yeah you got a problem with me
Yeah you got a problem with us
She starting to tell me I'm nuts
I'm starting to lose all my trust
I'm putting this weed in my lungs
I'm starting to think about stuff
I'm starting to think about us
I'm feeling this life is so tough
Beautiful life
Beautiful wife
What a hell of a time
What a hell of a ride
Yeah I see so clear
Not blind from the light
Brodie said that shit fire
Gotta listen to the wise
You ain't on my side
Flood my wrist down who's a bitch now
Getting rich now I can't switch now
Know my weed loud time to eat now
Feel so free now feel so fucking free now
Feel so free now, feel so fucking free now
Feel so free now, I might fucking green out
Pop a perc, pop whatever if you hurt
Feel so free now, feel so fucking free now
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Writer(s): Bill Lench
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