Hallelujah
Sky is bluer, hallelujah, I done climbed a couple mountains just to know what I could do-er
I spun a couple blessings back around to keep my mind afloat and
Sip that cognac, drive that Pontiac to see me stuntin
It's a vibe, what should I drive
Tryna see the coast with a shawty on my side
Roll me up a blunt, type to show me what she like
Never timid, she tell me what she feel deep inside
What a life
Am I right?
What a life
Am I right?
Wanna stop at no light, press the gas
Wanna feel the summer, baby, before it pass
Wanna drop a couple bangers for that ass
Watch her flip it, then reverse it on my lap
Yeah, I'm tired of the competition, they all trash
But I tell them, keep it goin', knowin' they won't last
This a marathon, boy, y'all so focused on the dash
Blinded by the cash, never learn from your past
Yeah, yeah
Tryna save my people, gotta get them outta here
This world is fucked up, we got nothin' else to fear
They servin' molly with the fancy silverware
This reality too weird
They wanna keep us nowhere near
Yeah, I drink my cup until the night is all a blur
Call my homies, pick me up it's almost twelve
Sky is bluer, hallelujah
I done climbed a couple mountains just to know what I could do-er
I spun a couple blessings back around to keep my mind afloat and
Sip that cognac, drive that Pontiac to see me stuntin
It's a vibe, what should I drive
Tryna see the coast with a shawty on my side
Roll me up a blunt, type to show me what she like
Never timid, she tell me what she feel deep inside
What a life
Am I right?
What a life
Am I right?
I spun a couple blessings back around to keep my mind afloat and
Sip that cognac, drive that Pontiac to see me stuntin
It's a vibe, what should I drive
Tryna see the coast with a shawty on my side
Roll me up a blunt, type to show me what she like
Never timid, she tell me what she feel deep inside
What a life
Am I right?
What a life
Am I right?
Wanna stop at no light, press the gas
Wanna feel the summer, baby, before it pass
Wanna drop a couple bangers for that ass
Watch her flip it, then reverse it on my lap
Yeah, I'm tired of the competition, they all trash
But I tell them, keep it goin', knowin' they won't last
This a marathon, boy, y'all so focused on the dash
Blinded by the cash, never learn from your past
Yeah, yeah
Tryna save my people, gotta get them outta here
This world is fucked up, we got nothin' else to fear
They servin' molly with the fancy silverware
This reality too weird
They wanna keep us nowhere near
Yeah, I drink my cup until the night is all a blur
Call my homies, pick me up it's almost twelve
Sky is bluer, hallelujah
I done climbed a couple mountains just to know what I could do-er
I spun a couple blessings back around to keep my mind afloat and
Sip that cognac, drive that Pontiac to see me stuntin
It's a vibe, what should I drive
Tryna see the coast with a shawty on my side
Roll me up a blunt, type to show me what she like
Never timid, she tell me what she feel deep inside
What a life
Am I right?
What a life
Am I right?
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Writer(s): Lazaro Crisanto
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