Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We've all grown up thinkin' what could we be,
a lawyer or a superstar on that movie screen,
climb to the top, steep, you understood ya peak,
but you missed those steps like ya got crooked feet,
light the Hookah, breathe, now think on ya toes,
but you think aweful close, got ya drink on with bros,
close-minded and froze, took a sniff of the coke,
thinkin' its all a joke, a party invite and go,
you walkin' on thin ice or glass that breaks?
either way death is a step we all have to make,
problems evolve, you don't have to ask it's shape,
throw my file in the laundry, I'm a basket case,
weavin' as fast it takes, to change the end,
tryna work more or whatever will pay the rent,
I stay content, knowin' there's no Jag or Benz,
as long as I got family and a few faithful friends
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[Chorus] x2
Time to wake up, see the time that has passed,
and live every day like it might be your last,
so grab the liquor bottle pour it right in your glass,
and toast... The Life's in your grasp
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[Verse 2]
It stings as things are spinnin' outta control
in a zone with an anger I don't even know,
hittin' the lows I wasn't aware was possible,
with this stress, next put me in the hospital,
feelin' like if I walk around with jewels thats bigger,
I'll get stuck up and tell them to pull the trigger,
that's where my mindsets at, find this trap,
or I'll snap before it, of course I'll rewind this back,
listen to what I said, hear signs thats wack,
and you can try to pick it apart like science labs,
never minus facts from whats said its amp'd up,
which could get me behind bars and handcuffed,
the open door's slammed shut and the doorbell,
Cops is chilli, they'll throw ya in the can like Hormel,
gotta watch my back and all the steps threw this game,
'cause it aint normal when you're gettin' use to this pain
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[Chorus] x2
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[Verse 3]
I'm runnin' out of air time and I stay deflated,
startin' to lose my mind, "happy birthday, belated",
alcohol blood lines til I'm in the grave sedated,
so digest, take in, I know you hate it,
but this the makin', I digress, I'll achieve it,
rappin' and tryna not to Butt-heads like Beavis,
down on one knee and I aint proposin', I'm pleadin',
the life that I'm leadin's startin' to be deceivin',
this isn't grievin', I aint even let a tear pass,
so they throw me in a hole and turn on the tear gas,
and when there's nothing left in the tank,
I puff my chest tough, chin up, step and I thank,
my lucky stars don't matter if they shootin' or not,
it's a blessin' whether receptions luke or its hot
'cause some ended up dead, dressed suit in a box,
so mute all the talk, here's a bottle of Krug to pop
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[Chorus] x2
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