paroles de chanson That's It - Herbal T

One for the money
Two for the spirit
Used to think about it but never stopped to fear it
Had a couple times when I came real near it
Knocking at my door but it's too quiet I couldn't hear it
Life is a pretty woman and I want a Richie Gere it
It's a sushi grade tuna I'mma sear it
It's a plane I'm a pilot I'mma steer it
But you never know any given time come along
I hijack it I commandeer it and I'm
Lacking the currency so I'm packing insurance
We heart attack and emergency prone any minute
Patrón Henny Guinness
Drink until it's done
Got me feeling like a million but I'm thinking like a one
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back relax and forget your seatbelts
You never been a ride like this before
I black out as I activate the cruise control
And that's it

You wanna do some more shit
I'm sorry but that's it
You wanna do some more shit
I'm sorry but that's it
You wanna do some more shit
I'm sorry but that's it
I know you wanna do some more shit
I'm sorry but that's it

You only live once man Drake was right
You can find me at the bottom of a lake tonight
Suicidal terrorist could overtake your flight
Only takes a split second for the snake to bite
And it could be a black mamba
Ritchie Valens didn't know he already sang his last La Bamba
When he won the coin toss and decide to fly
And told his bandmates sittin' on the bus goodbye
And now we sing bye-bye Ms. American Pie
I drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Cause Buddy Holly didn't know as he headed to the sky
That that would be the da-a-ay that he died
It was, inspiration for Don McLean
I can see it now it was a somber scene
With the, burnt bodies
Smelled so gaseous
Charred guitars that had penned so many smashes
Cold white snow and the hot gray ashes
Blood dried up on his iconic black glasses
Melted they looked like molasses
Same night in the club he had the girl's asses
Shaking and gyrating and like an earthquake
It was vibrating the girls he was making 'em cry
Waiting for him was a plane for his final trip
I hope he enjoyed that shit
Cause that's it

I'mma talk to y'all real quick
About a hypothetical situation
Check it

Well my girl said death's not an end it's a change
A time for the world's energy to rearrange
So after I died I became food for the trees
Whose seeds spread around as they move with the breeze
Some seeds grew and others became food
One got eaten by a tiny little dude
The dude was a squirrel and he lived by the house
That I left in my will to my son and my spouse
A couple hours after eating the seed
The squirrel's stomach started rumbling he needed relief
And that squirrel knew
About the garden my girl grew
A quiet little spot he would come to do number two
He shouted out with a push fertilizing the soil surrounding the blueberry bush
Wasn't long till the blueberries grew very plump
To the point that my girl was picking them out by the clump
And making pies with them
Milkshakes with them
Making muffins and jelly and pancakes with them
And in a roundabout way when she was baking the pie
It's like a little tiny piece of me staying alive
And living on through my people that are still on Earth
Living on infinitely no need for rebirth
Living on through the green grass growing on your lawn
Living on
Or was I really ever gone?
I'm living on