Ryan Gratil - West Egg (feat. Skyler Bradshaw) lyrics

Verse 1 [Ryan Gratil]: Tell me how it feels, tell me how it feels Living life one like the hills Like we're famous like we're billionaires Like we're building stairs, k**ing air All the way to heaven and we never scared Of what they think cause what we drink is everlasting Natalie Babbit, dag nabbit rags to riches Bachelor pads and custom fitteds Lavish fads and custom living All for what? Because we can Everyday is a weekend, when you living life souped up That is when you say you can You ain't got the common sense What makes you think you top dollar?We cut from different cloth Sewed with different seams Stitched with different needles What is yours? Mines Seattle, you can't see me If you can you be in hubble, I'm on Mars I'm being humble, got on stage Got rocket power, you be squid Cause you a coward (bovine) Just another cow word Did this on my own, when I left my home Parents ain't got riches so I just disown Wanted all white everything Went to Rome, sailed home Chorus [Skyler Bradshaw]: Catch me living life like Gatsby Caring for one thing, and that one thing Has me It could be a trap and it could get nasty Living for one thing, West Egg, I'm Gatsby Catch me living life like Gatsby If it's a mistake, then I must be happy Dreaming like Americans do, what's happening? Living for one thing, West Egg, I'm Gatsby Verse 2: Prominence, product of a providence Prophet with his pockets full of dividends Bull market finances are my interests Inner city rich, in a city rich Of vivid colors Images of fame, benjamins a plague Bingeing in a plague, engine looking like a plague Calling it bubonic I'm in a blacked out bugatti What you think of me? I don't give a dam I progress no holding back Al Capone of Coney Island comatose on cognac Hopping out the coup de ville, copped a mil Bought a vaudeville Got a lot of sils, windows littering my field of vision Images of stills, presidential deals Mixed with three course meals Who knew I would keep it real Keep it real Half way through my life, tell me how you feel When I tell you about this woman who I knew and loved so well We were so young and alive and we thought We would never die but you don't Find out til ya try, so I rolled the dice Rolled up in that phantom right [Chorus] Living for one thing, I'm (Gatsby) When they know your money more than you You (Gatsby) And I gave it all Gave it all to you, you abused Every cent I spent on you You and him got intimate Who knew love was intricate? Came back when it ended and You was not so into him Pockets thin, he was nickel richy Paris, Hilton, where I stayed Some people are just not made For a simple life, my heaven is just a sinful life Where am I heading? Where am I meditating? I'm sedated, dictating, depicting every pigment Fictitious imagination Ever since you pa**ed away Got the blame, have it weighing On my brain All I got is this, in remembrance Is a print, of my face and what I've done With every dead president invested in my residence the rest of it Is lying with the rest of them, I am the definition of A shallow grave 3 dead, 6 feet under, you dig?