The story of my life is about nothing
Love is the red herring, money is the'
Rather I smoke weed, make beats, and eat muffins
Energy source: vodka. Without it I can't function
The brother's life ill like bad advice
Pray'till I get it right
If I had three wishes I'd ask for world peace
A stack of pancakes and a child's figments
'Cause lucidity is too vicious
Your enemies ain't too distant'are suspicious
Whenever move will do'
Listen, who you run to for venting and discussion?
I go find a brick wall somewhere and start cussing
A little one sided but I've gotten used to it
Besides, talking to the all feels less foolish
Life can get all up in your a**, baby
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You better work it out
Let me tell you what it's all about
Life and love, respect and beats
Pounds of d**, ink and earth
Fights and hugs, folded skirts
Straighten mugs, grief and purp
Art and lust
If I was you, homie, I'd lighten up
It's tough to get a grip
When your blood, sweat, and tears keep your fingertips slick
Reality bites just as sure as it will slip
That's some free advice, the next one's got a price
And don't be stingy with the tip'so many bad days
Gotta watch in good fortune but I distrust fugaze
Like when your girl ask if she's fat
Damned if you're quiet, damned if you answer back
b**hes on my dick 'cause I look like Diogenes
Walking with a limp and a lamp, searching for honesty
Can't find an ounce of it, really don't astonish me
'Cause 28 years of bullsh** admonished me
I'm in a crib, lay brother, man
Writing rhymes while I ash the cig in a beer can
Hoping that this music sh**'ll give me a new Sedan
And millions of fans. And p**y.
Life can get all up in your a**, baby
You better work it out
Let me tell you what it's all about
Life and love, respect and beats
Pounds of d**, ink and earth
Fights and hugs, folded skirts
Straighten mugs, grief and purp
Art and lust
If I was you, homie, I'd lighten up