paroles de chanson What a Life (feat. Will Kobus & Binnie Musa & Will Buchanan & Max Anderson) - Reece Geller

What A life
What A life

Climbing up these mountains
And I know I got to fall back
Maybe if you call back
Wouldn't have to crawl back

Late nights with the wrong girl
Thinking don't forget me,
Now I'm off a bottle of the henny
And I'm stressing
And the messages aint sending
And they coming up green

I ain't jealous
I ain't selfish
Taking one for the team
She in love with a skater boy
No Avril Lavigne

And I'm stuck in my head
While we laying in bed
It's kinda weird
How she make me fucking hate myself
But Rocko manage the wealth
I got some trophies on my shelf
But I ain't calling it quits
More T in the spliff
Pour 3 in this bitch
Like why he shoot from the hip

Passionate but scandalous
Mr fantastic fabulous
Running through your catalog
Pass the drip
Like catalyst
Voltage like the analog
I played her like some basketball
Hieroglyphics of Babylon

Went outside for a catch with my pops
The ball was waterlogged
Maybe it's the alcohol
Told em that shit won't slow me down
Actin like we ain't know you now
Told me that she won't hold me down
Backing off my bitch I'm lonely now

Told my mom
I won't fucking die
Till I'm 25
And he crashed
In the fucking night
Double cup of sprite

What a fucking life
Guess it was a test
When he pouring up on the tech
Didn't get to live it yet

Told my mom
I won't fucking die
Till I'm 25
And he crashed
In the fucking night
Double cup of sprite

What a
What a life
What a life
What
What
What a life

If I tell ya this
And I tell that
Would you run away
Would you have my back

I ain't asking for a lot
Just a little bit of love
And yo dress all black
And we fucking off the drugs

Knew before
The L train
Closed
We better catch a cab
Stroll around
The whole town
In our finest furs and bags

Might just cop the jag
She ain't going see that bitch no more
Might just cop the jag
She ain't going see that bitch no

I got the 4
And the perkys in the bottom
Of her birken
And she
Hurting for a life that
Ain't going end like this
Ain't going spend that shit
Invest it in some real estate
Put the money offshore
Sneak it out the back door
Meet me at the drugstore
Two albums dropped
Guess that was my sophomore

Look into the future
Posted lex
But ain't no Luther
Better watch out for my shooters
They some troopers
And they Ruthless
Yo bitch like to garden
She can plant her two lips

Tell me
Maybe baby
If we fucking make it
And I'm balling like a laker
Spent my paper on the racer
Off to
The moon like you sailor
You ain't worried about the haters
Matrix
I pull up the numbers
Face it

We smoking the facelift
Places
I ain't never been before
Stack it up
Got double 4s
Pull up in the double door
Bodyguard look dumbledore

Thought that we was done before
Ashes to ashes
We Burn it up
Off the cid and we turning up

Told my mom
I won't fucking die
Till I'm 25
And he crashed
In the fucking night
Double cup of sprite

What a fucking life
Guess it was a test
When he pouring up on the tech
Didn't get to live it yet

Told my mom
I won't fucking die
Till I'm 25
And he crashed
In the fucking night
Double cup of sprite
What a
What a life
What a life

Told my mom
I won't die
What a
What a life

I like the looks of you like loving every pixel In my mirror
I'll slow it down like a breakdown of bible scripture
The healing came through hands warmth written like a plasm song
You can see trinity and I have dialogue
I'm talking cloth talk
Dripped I'm Medusa
We lit like a small torch
I'm still risky
Solid round the same you been shifty
Forgive but I can't forget
When i was asking for them dollars it was barely 50 cent
Names on the list
But I ain't owe you shit
Never did favors
It leads to blank checks
Sic when my neck get them buggie baguette
Came a long way from all the Cubans rashes on my neck
I'm the definition of never settle for less
That's why every versus feel like bullet to the flesh

Told my mom
I won't fucking die
Till I'm 25
And he crashed
In the fucking night
Double cup of sprite
What a fucking life
Guess it was a test
When he pouring up on the tech
Didn't get to live it yet

Told my mom
I won't fucking die
Till I'm 25
And he crashed
In the fucking night
Double cup of sprite
What a
What a life
What a life
What
What
What a life

Hardwood creaking as I walk across the floor
My roommates sleeping late night sessions set the score
For me to relegate my feelings with allure the laws imposing my solace still I'm blessed by Allah
Jehovah too the blueprint churning out a star
Been lining up with my position, constellations from afar
A selfless nigga but the one to never cross like
Bishop picking up the steel the ego feasting on his heart
A cue to feel acute can't minimize the arc of my intentions to the measurements of
Mr. Bonaparte
A void disproval that's related to my art spirits rowing through my blood I feel 'em siblings born apart split
The game leaf down the center parting lines
Apartheid, stricken times loud to intertwine
From down the street
Marcos pitching me the pack isolation
Pulling pick-sixes keep on running back
For another half an oz and a dap more
Frequently the quarantine got frequencies intact
At least for me consumed in pinning down the schemes
To undermine the truth that life ain't what it seems
The dabs lovely but been shattering my dreams
Body numbing all the strains only time I fully breathe
Been working diligent to elevate
Debris from my upbringing still in fragments wouldn't leave

Told my mom
I won't fucking die
Till I'm 25
And he crashed
In the fucking night
Double cup of sprite
What a fucking life
Guess it was a test
When he pouring up on the tech
Didn't get to live it yet

Told my mom
I won't fucking die
Till I'm 25
And he crashed
In the fucking night
Double cup of sprite
What a
What a life
What a life

I've been on this since a younging
Action figures and cereal
All this fly shit
Got these birds acting hysterical
Sonny Man got no jump shot
But I got game
Leafs Floss on Flatlands
You know they ain't playing
I'm a fly dresser
Flight jackets, I skipped that
Azael for retail
Gimme five, I'll flip that
Man
Sonny rolled dirty like I'm Roy'al
My fake Bapes used to get thumbs up in Chinatown
Listen, all my life I've been trying fit in
Now I wake up thanking God that I'm different
Cause I be riding waves in the deep
Getting cash, homie
All these rappers on the beach
Waiting for the crash, dummy
This the life I lived
Ain't a soul alive could do it like I did
Like I said
I'm killing it
Sonny Man fulfilling it
Prairies to projects to penthouses militant
This some real shit
It brings a tear to my eyes
Watching my clique move as the time go by
But when I look back
Son, it's hard to explain
Not a thing I'd do different
But I'd do it again
What a life

What a
What a life

Told my mom
I won't die
What a life
What a life