Songtexte Long Story Short - 2 Chainz

Oh-oh-oh-oh, baby
Don't leave
Don't leave, baby

This life gon' be the death of me
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my (blunt, blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep
My - look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
My - feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me

And she don't care where I skeet, hit that - from hair to feet
She walk out here, she wearin' me, I talk my -, she smellin' me
And all I hear is jealousy, I call 'em - jelly beans
Love my trigger finger so much, I bought it a weddin' ring, yeah

Yeah, let's get married, cut off his - and the rest get buried
Cross on my head like a Presbyterian, tell him he dead and upset his parents
Tears get shed only if you carin', right on his head, see the red beam blarin'
212 gauges like 24 karats, hol' up, ain't that a -? I might bang at your -

If I go at her neck, I might hang that lil' -, scope on the TEC and it came with that -
I could hit you up from any range with that -, got papers on Draco, a case in Laredo
You - with me wrong, I'ma bake your potato, I twist his head up just like a tornado
Pull out the toast, I'm like, "Leggo my Eggo", I buss down a Quaalude, - on a - -

Can't find a straight a -, but I ain't complainin', that's how my day go, I said, "Okay, -"
I been on my JO, I'm Ben and she J.Lo, she been to Barbados, I take her to Caicos
All of this bread, and she can't get a bagel, all of that said, I can't really stay though
I hop in the Lamb' and crank it like Fabo, I'm gone

Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep
My - look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
My - feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me

I make you -, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene
A-plus off in parentin', get my kids damn near everythin'
'Fore you get a weddin' ring, better get her - a belly ring
Soon as I start trappin', man, my phone, it wouldn't even barely ring

I don't compete, but you can't compete, Plain Jane, Patek Phillippe
I'm with my lady, we came to eat, my style make you think that it changed the beat
We on a date, make it rain some ones, they want no change, but the change gon' come
Soon as I say it, it's said and done, and my screensaver my favorite gun

I'm rockin', I'm swervin', I'm poppin', detergent
Get money, it's urgent, God bless her surgeon
I rub my hands, Birdman, double cup, lean head
I done been the weed man, it's a blessin' you ain't dead

I keep it rollin' like paraplegic, I'm better, believe it, you better believe it
Ho bitin' on me like every mosquito, I'm wearin' shades, think I'm starin' at people
I did the math and ain't no way we equal
This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, hmm, hmm
This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel

Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep
My - look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
My - feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me

Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my (blunt, blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (this life gon' be the death of me)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my (blunt, blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (this life gon' be the death of me)