Low Life
Mamma told me when you go to LA
If you ain't got money you got nothing to say
Go cry those tears away
Sleeping through the morning waking late in the day
Going 125 on the interstate
We drank the night away
And we puff puff pass such a lowlife class
And I'm coming down slow, we liquored up fast
Breathe in smoke, fill my lungs
Mouth so dry could crack my tongue
Your affluence ain't cracked up to be
More fun than these inner streets
I'm a Low Life that's all they see
And I don't play with the bourgeoisie
Coz your money tree don't mean much to me
I'm a Low Life that's fine with me
Counting our coins for placing bets
While we're living off coffee and cigarettes
We spent it all away
And we may not be invited to your flash estate
But it ain't much money to intoxicate
So we dance the night away
And we puff puff pass such a lowlife class
And I'm coming down slow, we liquored up fast
Breathe in smoke, fill my lungs
Mouth so dry could crack my tongue
Your affluence ain't cracked up to be
More fun than these inner streets
I'm a Low Life that's all they see
And I don't play with the bourgeoisie
Coz your money tree don't mean much to me
I'm a Low Life that's fine with me
Sold her soul to the devil
"Did she do it just for money?"
Yea to get her on the level
At the bottom but headed for the top
"Do you think we she gets there her desires gonna stop?"
Might be Low Life but gotta get paid
Better spend what you can't take with you to the grave
If you ain't got money you got nothing to say
Go cry those tears away
Sleeping through the morning waking late in the day
Going 125 on the interstate
We drank the night away
And we puff puff pass such a lowlife class
And I'm coming down slow, we liquored up fast
Breathe in smoke, fill my lungs
Mouth so dry could crack my tongue
Your affluence ain't cracked up to be
More fun than these inner streets
I'm a Low Life that's all they see
And I don't play with the bourgeoisie
Coz your money tree don't mean much to me
I'm a Low Life that's fine with me
Counting our coins for placing bets
While we're living off coffee and cigarettes
We spent it all away
And we may not be invited to your flash estate
But it ain't much money to intoxicate
So we dance the night away
And we puff puff pass such a lowlife class
And I'm coming down slow, we liquored up fast
Breathe in smoke, fill my lungs
Mouth so dry could crack my tongue
Your affluence ain't cracked up to be
More fun than these inner streets
I'm a Low Life that's all they see
And I don't play with the bourgeoisie
Coz your money tree don't mean much to me
I'm a Low Life that's fine with me
Sold her soul to the devil
"Did she do it just for money?"
Yea to get her on the level
At the bottom but headed for the top
"Do you think we she gets there her desires gonna stop?"
Might be Low Life but gotta get paid
Better spend what you can't take with you to the grave
Credits
Writer(s): Holly Weston
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