Lyrics Livin' - Alex Mali
Mama
I'm
sorry
I
ain't
livin'
like
you
want
me
to
I
swear
you've
got
a
probleeeeem
I
swear
I
ain't
got
nothing
left
to
prove
I
don't
got
no
time
for
you
today
I'm
not
in
that
kind
of
mood
today
Play
your
role
proper
Ain't
like
your
bullshit
gon'
stop
us
Caramel
in
Bahamas
I
don't
like
that
drama
You
be
bringing
out
here
Keep
your
Moncler,
Issa
cold
winter
Winner
circle
white,
never
been
cleaner
Seeing
all
the
hate
in
the
rear
view
mirror
I
ain't
been
to
church
in
a
while
I'm
a
sinner
I
ain't
a
saint,
no
no
no
no
Keep
your
complaints,
oh
no
no
no
Yes
I'm
trouble
in
a
gift
box,
oh
I've
got
the
keys
in
a
tight
spot,
oh
I'm
believing
in
a
night
[?]
I
like
to
keep
all
the
light
box
off
Keep
on
stylin',
keep
on
pilin'
All
that
money
you'll
be
thankful
I
think
you
greatful
For
all
the
shit
I've
pulled
through
All
the
shit
I've
been
through
Pull
up
in
a
[?]
Pull
up
in
a
lambo
Oh
mama,
I'm
sorry
I
ain't
livin'
like
you
want
me
to
And
you've
always
got
a
fucking
problem
I
swear
I
ain't
got
nothing
left
to
prove
And
I
don't
got
no
time
for
you
today
keep
that
shit
And
I
don't
got
no
time
for
you
today
keep
that
shit
on
the
low-low
I
don't
want
to
hear
it
no
more
no
Mama,
ain't
livin'
like
you
want
me
to
Mama
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