Paradise
Sweet life, sweet life
...
And now, on with the show
...
I'm waking up off time, and I'm heading to that grind but then I
Look myself in the third eye, thinkin what's become of my life?
What does the future hold, with a story left untold?
I'm shootin too high, I'm movin too slow, can't get my skin to glow
So don't forget you chose this life, perilous and filled with strife
Welcome to your paradise, are you ready to be traumatized?
This world will come to pass, and for now I'll chase that cash
Cause I got a million problems on my list
And meeting God, is not that high up
Million problems on
Million problems on
Million problems on my list
I'm sleepin in this time, I might quit my nine to five, but then I
Stare into the sky, thinking I'm prepared to die
You're running out of time, you gonna walk that narrow line?
Well if not I'm not a coward
Just tryna get my flowers
I know that I'm bound for this
Excuse me man above, would you judge the grave I dug?
I just took my favorite drug, and it got me with its touch
Now I'm trippin over my own feet
You tried to pick me up and I think that's sweet
But I don't want your gentle touch
Just patch me up and hand me that crutch
And my kidneys playin double dutch-
Therapy is too damn much
And I'm sorry that I'm late to class
I think that I've finally met my match
...
And now, on with the show
...
I'm waking up off time, and I'm heading to that grind but then I
Look myself in the third eye, thinkin what's become of my life?
What does the future hold, with a story left untold?
I'm shootin too high, I'm movin too slow, can't get my skin to glow
So don't forget you chose this life, perilous and filled with strife
Welcome to your paradise, are you ready to be traumatized?
This world will come to pass, and for now I'll chase that cash
Cause I got a million problems on my list
And meeting God, is not that high up
Million problems on
Million problems on
Million problems on my list
I'm sleepin in this time, I might quit my nine to five, but then I
Stare into the sky, thinking I'm prepared to die
You're running out of time, you gonna walk that narrow line?
Well if not I'm not a coward
Just tryna get my flowers
I know that I'm bound for this
Excuse me man above, would you judge the grave I dug?
I just took my favorite drug, and it got me with its touch
Now I'm trippin over my own feet
You tried to pick me up and I think that's sweet
But I don't want your gentle touch
Just patch me up and hand me that crutch
And my kidneys playin double dutch-
Therapy is too damn much
And I'm sorry that I'm late to class
I think that I've finally met my match
Credits
Writer(s): Miles Dozier
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