Life's a Bitch (feat. Senat)
Trying to catch up you Road Runner I'm Wile E
Hard to keep the past behind me when the bullshit in front of me just reminds me
Of times we suffered
I watch it play out no buffer
Life is a bitch I cuffed her
Been thinking bout the break up then I reminisce on times when we made love
My purpose is found I'm putting it down
Her nails in my back
She screaming my name
Her eyes rolling back
Climax then she whisper a lil something to make it all make sense
But it ain't too long before we argue again
And I ain't gone lie I'm getting sick this bitch
I can't see a future with her said what I meant
Now I
Feel the presence of the future on my ass
I guess that means the future is my past
The presence is a gift now I sit in Santa's bag
Smoking Christmas trees two hit then I pass
Hogtied through my dog days I spent
Collecting my thoughts
You blast off with no aim out here
You bound to crash
Put my foot on the gas
Copped a feel of her ass
Prayed it wasn't my last but life's a bitch and I fucked her
And of course to her delight you may just meet your demise
Plenty of niggas plenty of souls have died
Penniless niggas deep in the hole tryna survive
Flat on my back heart in my hand looked in her eyes
As the memories surface out from the past
All I see is light
Couple breaths from my last
Then I gave her look
Then we shared us a laugh
She grabbed held of my hand
While I started to pass
No vision I took my hand and wiped it across her eyes
All dogs may go to heaven is what she merely implied
In those moments I made my peace cause soon I must go
I looked around I saw the world my eyes closed
Hard to keep the past behind me when the bullshit in front of me just reminds me
Of times we suffered
I watch it play out no buffer
Life is a bitch I cuffed her
Been thinking bout the break up then I reminisce on times when we made love
My purpose is found I'm putting it down
Her nails in my back
She screaming my name
Her eyes rolling back
Climax then she whisper a lil something to make it all make sense
But it ain't too long before we argue again
And I ain't gone lie I'm getting sick this bitch
I can't see a future with her said what I meant
Now I
Feel the presence of the future on my ass
I guess that means the future is my past
The presence is a gift now I sit in Santa's bag
Smoking Christmas trees two hit then I pass
Hogtied through my dog days I spent
Collecting my thoughts
You blast off with no aim out here
You bound to crash
Put my foot on the gas
Copped a feel of her ass
Prayed it wasn't my last but life's a bitch and I fucked her
And of course to her delight you may just meet your demise
Plenty of niggas plenty of souls have died
Penniless niggas deep in the hole tryna survive
Flat on my back heart in my hand looked in her eyes
As the memories surface out from the past
All I see is light
Couple breaths from my last
Then I gave her look
Then we shared us a laugh
She grabbed held of my hand
While I started to pass
No vision I took my hand and wiped it across her eyes
All dogs may go to heaven is what she merely implied
In those moments I made my peace cause soon I must go
I looked around I saw the world my eyes closed
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Writer(s): Phillex Stewart
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