paroles de chanson Life Cant Wait - Eastman Records

Life can't wait for the day
Imma say, Imma try
So I'm waking up, everyday
Just to get a little high, on the low
Slowing down time's a skill to show
Murking the moon, every night
Just to pick a bone with Tony, below knee will never be
A shot that I take, If I got beef imma sock your face
Back to the place imma roll that eighth
Tab in the fridge an I'm feeling safe
Cash from the tips now I'm back to the bank
Laundering money like I'm face to the face
Smelling the cheek of the law
Here to replace, who ever is back in the booth
An you think is the Don
I'm dripping with ooze while I'm ripping a bong
Shorty is loose and she's calling me Kong
You know I'll go green whenever It's on Like

It's off to the races, try to keep a pace an
Bucking like a horse will only keep you laced with the Juice
Roses are red an my vision is too for a couple of coups
An a Bentley that's blue
That's something we need plus caramel in my teeth
With that check on my shoe now you, You
Don't even know who up, who up
I'm about to screw up, screw up everything you knew about me

Cause I'm so stuck in my ways I'm tryna get paid an relax
That's the bitch in me now lemme spit these facts
I'm bringing it back, back to the day before that haze
Back before I set the game ablaze you would see
Nothing, by design
They got us living in the dark but imma shine
You see, here in the sticks you can't bitch
In the middle of the night your plaintiff could get lost in a case
Having the dogs in the woods searching for his face
Then I pull up on the sheriff with the pace of an OG
Puffin on a blunt like holy shit, he said
"Right? lemme get a hit, it's been a long night
I found this little bitch in a bag at the precinct with mic an a note
That said - nobodies talking" look at the gauze and shit
They pulled out every tooth I'm positive but

As the pressure is building I adjust my cash
Days of being the kid in the back of the class
With nothing to loose but my two front teeth
You don't know Bo bitch the love runs deep
Clinching my fists as I'm stomping my feet
In the sand with a plan an a hand from the man
That I might call god, manifestation can change the odds
I promise, followed the signs, acting all dauntless
Smoking on weed to keep me honest now
Tell me the truth, if you were the gin
Could I be the tonic? Mixing up some shit
That would be bubonic, ouh I'm lost an
Just wanna go, rowing this boat
Merrily merrily merrily towards my Foe like WOAH
Sipping that dro
Picking a bone with the man in the mirror's the way to go
So I'm told, So
Sue me hoe imma Yu-Gi-Oh master
Playing my cards in the studio faster than any other rapper in the game
An I'm quick, even though I got a rip in my genes
Imma keep my bloodline thick
Lemme get a queen whose oh so hip
I mean hips so, next to Calypso
Panic at the disco, Slick with the wrist
When I'm sliding on the beat like Crisco, It's Bo
Bringing it back, I've always been afraid of what I got to say
Coming out whack but
I woke up for the day an I got to say
I don't give a fuck that's facts, so

Lemme squeeze as an take passes
No note class passes just shots an glasses
I dipped in the room with class and classic's
So I ask you to ask yourself whose this
With words, I never even knew I could do this
So lemme prove to you that this shit's easy
An what I'm about to do is about to look breezy
I dipped in ya bitch she looks sleezy
But she asked me to come an that's easy
Cause she's easy to fuck an that's greasy