Blow some smoke up to the gods Ayy, we're doin' this all summer, alright Lived nine lives, so I guess I got none left Spent mine fucked up runnin' down Sunset All this anxiety, my stomach got upset, ayy But we're not done yet Yeah, yeah, ayy
I wear this cross so God can find me if my soul gets lost I look behind me and the past still haunts I'm runnin' but my legs won't move or walk I'm stuck analyzin' things people are finding that I've done wrong I cannot erase them like chalk I'm hustling, Rick Ross, no days off Got everything I wanted but I'm still pissed off Paint my face on a motherfucking bullseye Pulled up late to my goddamn funeral Everybody hates, but can anybody love me? Guess they'll wait 'til my face is on the mural
One drink, one pill, one hit, one line I'm good, that's it, I swear, we're fine Sometimes the life feels easier, yeah, ayy One day, our dreams will come to life We'll be forever and never say goodbye Sometimes the life feels easier, yeah
Lungs screwed, black smoking blunts in a face mask Gums numb from the cocaine, can't taste that Oj gloves so the cops can't trace that Scars on my body from the town I was raised at Parental advisory stickers, I say what the fuck I want Parental figures all went missing I'll be who the fuck I want I'm a 90s baby, but I always been a hundred I'm the king of controversy, but deep down I'm just a lover, singin' Happiness is an illusion, I keep looking through I don't need the world, maybe I just need you
One drink, one pill, one hit, one line I'm good, that's it, I swear, we're fine Sometimes the life feels easier (Yeah, yeah, yeah) , ayy One day, our dreams will come to life We'll be forever and never say goodbye Sometimes the life feels easier, yeah (Say goodbye, say goodbye)
Lived nine lives, so I guess I got none left Spent mine fucked up runnin' down Sunset All this anxiety, my stomach got upset, ayy But we're not done yet Yea
Compositores: Travis L Barker, Andrew Maxwell Goldstein, Richard Colson Baker, Nicholas Alex Long ECAD: Obra #35442286