Текст песни C'est La Vie - Buddy Lofton , Josh Lamont

I used to walk home
When I missed the bus
Now I got me a bus down
That say she miss the kid
Michigan she get the D boy
I'm just visiting
My wheels spinning
I never tire that's for Michelin
They say I changed keep the difference
It's just different I'm sharpshooting Ain't no hit or miss
Front line I could never hide
It get hideous
These niggas switch
Only got pride when they sipping it
Who backing them
Back pack full of new pack
Hold it like bassinets
Trapping like I never had
A first offense
Carol Baskins everything exotic
On the lens
Step up in the spot and get it popping
Bet I make it trend I stayed patient
Was David Ruffin fighting Temptations
They only know me
Because my dedication
I made that separation
We back to back you taking ten paces
I hope that heaven is your destination
Or maybe second place is
I'm down to my last resort
No more vacations
I stayed in and made haymakers
See I be venting but it's vindicated
I Parked the whip and took another Train in I see the garden right from Penn station

Cest la vie Namaste
I knew you'd see things my way
Stay with me seize the day
There no excuses no play
Cest la vie
I'm Living life like a ball player
Until the day I die
I told the people it's our year
Were going to see
So count it up so it's all there
Cause I don't trust a soul
Then we can toast to the hard years
Cest la vie

See I was born with it
They say something wrong with him
Because I ain't get the girl
Or save the day it was hard living
Was far was from guitar picking
See I got the war stitches
Was small but Would brawl
Before I'd let them ignore niggas
You had a short run
Why you so long winded
I'm good made it out the wood
Whip still cigar scented
I couldn't fall victim
To traps that the law set in
You dealing with God children
You corn on the cob niggas
I'm too vicious
And they don't like my ambition
Shit I was thinking
I should write for the Simpsons
Cause what I write
Is coming write to fruition
Yeah he a bad mother shut your mouth
She for the streets
That is not your spouse
I had to do it to them
My nigga quit his job
And went and grabbed the work
Young kids that will pop you
Like a Percocet for a half a Percocet
Print the shirts with your face on them And than sell the merch
It get ugly you should go to church
Or read a book and learn
Because how you getting money
Add it up and still don't know
Your worth
How you getting money add it up
and still don't know your
How you getting money
Add it up and still don't your uh
How you getting money
And don't know your worth nigga

Cest la vie Namaste
I knew you'd see things my way
Stay with me seize the day
There no excuses no play
Cest la vie
I'm Living life like a ball player
Until the day I die
I told the people it's our year
Were going to see
So count it up so it's all there
Because I don't trust a soul
Then we can toast to the hard years
Cest la vie