paroles de chanson CELEBRATE LIFE - Marné

Back back and I'm in it
Say
Scoo scoo yeah
I'm the mixing the dark wit a little bit of bubbly
She rubbing me down, telling me love me
Celebrate life, baby just follow me
Make her my wife, forever my company
Pushin' P parlays through the fire
I just hit eight legs that's a spider
Chiefs to the Super Bowl, give 'em Niners
Melly been tweaking' out, now he biting
And I cannot fall back on my business
How you gonna stand out if you ain't different
Look at my past dawg, no mask gon' save us sinners
Back to the track where I feel my purpose
I don't give a damn what you did, what your work is
All of these rappers known in the city for drama
So I lay low, I'm chasing these commas
I been missing the Dirty, I'm looking at property word from a birdie
But I don't know, part of me think I'd be burning me
Shorten my life of a prodigy, yeah
I got the pack in the back boy working
Legal times for the trap not perfect
But when it's all said and done
I bet I could say it was worth it, yeah
Please don't question my weight loss
Got a whole lotta stress no withdraws
Down 4-5 shots when I'm pissed off
Not my migo my boy, not Takeoff
If you lost someone boy I promise it get better
Sleepless nights you never gon' catch 'em
Take this life and celebrate your passing
Time runs out and we all burn to ashes
Take this life for what it really is dawg
'Celebrate Life' sip something good
Stack your money but just keep it on the low
Then put that L up in the air for everyone you lost
I grabbed a 40 I'm sipping I'm on a new mission
I hardly could listen the time keep on ticking
Want part of my business so call me a menace
I switch up my mind cuz I know where I finish
And this F-150 still pushin' I whip it
Don't say you gon' work with me then you go cricket
Don't ask me the price cuz I want a full ticket
I ain't checkin' your bag, it's missin'
I'm the mixing the dark wit a little bit of bubbly
She rubbing me down, telling me love me
Celebrate life, baby just follow me
Make her my wife, forever my company
Pushin' P parlays through the fire
I just hit eight legs that's a spider
Chiefs to the Super Bowl, give 'em Niners
Melly been tweaking' out, now he biting
And I cannot fall back on my business
How you gonna stand out if you ain't different
Look at my past dawg, no mask gon' save us sinners
Dirty City man