paroles de chanson Life - CR1STI9N

They say life's what you make it
But don't tell you how much it'll take
'Til you're on your death bed watching every tape
Thinkin' bout the life you could've made
They say life's what you make it
But don't tell you how much it'll take
'Til you're on your death bed watching every tape
Thinkin' bout the life you could've made

Runnin' it up, runnin' it up, I gotta make some moves
Countin' the racks, countin' the racks, money ain't hittin' snooze
You are the one, you are the one, I was made for you
What is you sayin', what is you sayin', please do not call me dude

I'm trynna ball, but you ain't call, I'm trynna take you out
Pick up the phone, pick up the phone, please let me take you out
Who is this man, he just a fan, Ima knock him out
You a snitch ass bitch, I don't wanna hear the lies from your mouth

Runnin' circles round you everyday is a chore
Boutta get some meds from the store
Rain is pourin' heavy down like a storm
This codeine in my body got me passed out on the floor

I knew you was lyin' since day one
These percs I take ain't just for fun
They help me hide my pain I'm numb
My heart is beating like a drum

They say life's what you make it
But don't tell you how much it'll take
'Til you're on your death bed watching every tape
Thinkin' bout the life you could've made
They say life's what you make it
But don't tell you how much it'll take
'Til you're on your death bed watching every tape
Thinkin' bout the life you could've made

Forget it baby, I don't got the time
Said you was in love, and you think everything is fine
Fuck you bitch, you weren't there when I ain't have a dime
Money is the devil and I'm in love with the sinful side of life

They say life's what you make it
But don't tell you how much it'll take
'Til you're on your death bed watching every tape
Thinkin' bout the life you could've made