Life

I've been over there
I've seen life
I've been over there
I've seen life
I've been over there
I've seen life
I've been over there
I've seen life

Okay
I thought I was lost
I was so lonesome lonesome
The shit that turns out bad
Makes you look cool
Thought it was awesome
Need to blossom like a flower
And all these acres
Gotta own some
We get fucked up
Off the moonshine
Too much shade
Ain't no sunshine
Yeah

Too much milli' man
I gotta own mine
Above everything
I'm on cloud nine
Don't need a ten
I got a super eight
Seven seven seven
That's my lucky day
Smoke six pounds in three days
Sitting on the porch like Friday
Pour up a four
Today
We all dream of being number one
It could be anyone
Yet it feels so closed off
Just a bunch of bozos
Making sure that the youth stay lost
But we all take the same gamble
At the end we're all lost

Allow me to talk about my doubts
I never expected to take this route
Ain't gonna lie
There's lot more blessings
Than lessons
But what you know about the feeling
Of feeling you don't belong
Anywhere could be home
And any day you could just be gone
I spit like I have another jaw
Waiting for me at home
If you act fake around me
Just know your cover's blown already
I don't get it
Why can't we just chill
Shut the fuck up
And smoke a cone
I guess I'll never know
I do shit my way
And the rest is noise
Niggas got voices
But it's useless
Cause they just some toys
Just some puppets
With no greater scheme
They don't know what to rap about
I told them rap your truth
Get them bands
Stack them up
Make a move for you and yours
There is so much we can do in just fucking
Twenty-four
There is so much we can do in just fucking
Twenty-four
Twenty-four hours



Credits
Writer(s): Yoka Pakabomba
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