[00:18.47]Life is not short, life is ****ing long.
[00:23.64]A lot happens. Try to make the best of it.
[00:29.51]Life is
[00:30.49]Nothing but pain and crisis
[00:31.86]And little bitty slices
[00:33.44]Of death and trying to gauge the depth of how deep the black ice is.
[00:36.78]There's a hammer in my fist as I write this
[00:39.01]Righteous verse and lyrics of lifeless persons
[00:42.40]Spirit turns to ices
[00:44.21]And it rises,
[00:45.18]Deified, these words should be inscribed into the horizons
[00:48.63]And the bleeding skies as the Mayans,
[00:50.52]Countin' 365 on a calendar stone with a mask
[00:52.98]In the middle as I'm sippin' on a flask
[00:54.41]Of a little goat blood
[00:55.38]That the kid'll soak up
[00:56.78]During sacrifices
[00:58.09]**** who you think raps the nicest.
[00:59.31]These are songs that I'm saving lives with
[01:01.40]Dryin' eyelids,
[01:02.68]Providin' my kids
[01:03.95]With a vibe that's timeless
[01:05.28]And a time that's vibrance
[01:06.99]Is so hard to find it
[01:07.92]You might need diphenhydramine.
[01:09.04]I got goals and aspirations
[01:11.92]But I don't have dreams.
[01:13.77]'Cause dreams are just your memories
[01:15.56]Bein' organized and processed,
[01:17.40]And when you're asleep you can't make progress,
[01:19.38]On your conquest
[01:20.80]During the onset of REM sleep
[01:22.81]They say beauty is skin-deep
[01:24.21]Man beauty ain't skin-deep,
[01:25.85]Beauty is just skin.
[01:27.15]Cheap little clichés and platitudes
[01:30.20]Get a mean face, get an attitude
[01:32.11]Get a gun, get a horse, get a nice pair of boots
[01:34.07]Get a clean shave and a saddle too
[01:35.90]And ride up outta town
[01:37.25]Try to find the sun
[01:39.50]And get so high you die as it comes down
[01:41.22]If they like you you'll be found.
[01:43.02]I can't accelerate the time
[01:44.77]Bloody hell is on my mind
[01:46.63]But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
[01:49.74]And in my life man everything is grey
[01:52.01]Even death might come today
[01:53.83]But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
[01:57.13]It's strange I can't accelerate the time
[01:59.39]Bloody hell is on my mind
[02:01.06]But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
[02:04.42]And in my life man everything is grey
[02:06.59]Even death might come today
[02:08.65]But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
[02:13.28]Death is
[02:13.95]The day they find you breathless
[02:15.41]Left with
[02:16.48]No comprehension of the day you once thought life was precious.
[02:19.80]Now press this
[02:21.11]Pen to the page and write your death wish
[02:23.34]Aight done.
[02:24.54]Got a little way
[02:25.38]'Cause I'm blinded by the white sun
[02:26.42]By the white sun.
[02:27.60]I'm sick of all the fame
[02:28.82]It's like a ball and chain
[02:30.41]And I ain't calling names
[02:31.54]But I met a couple celebrities recently
[02:33.23]And **** if they ain't all insane.
[02:34.18]Every single one of them they all the name
[02:35.90]I don't got a mansion they call me lame
[02:37.89]They call and ask if I can get them a baller cane
[02:40.53]And when I tell them hell no they never call again,
[02:42.38]Because that's not me,
[02:43.22]I give a damn about the damn paparazzi
[02:44.50]I don't ever want to meet a man,
[02:46.16]I don't wanna compromise my sound
[02:47.77]No care of the means that I'm never gonna be the man,
[02:49.90]All you little juvenile mother****ers
[02:51.66]You can run around trying to be the king of rap
[02:53.15]and I'mma be the best husband
[02:54.59]and be the best father to my little boy,
[02:55.88]Little boy, tell me what you think of that?
[02:57.54]Probably think it's wack
[02:59.35]You'd rather just have money and clothes
[03:01.05]Nothin' really matters like that
[03:02.55]As long as you get to stunnin' these hoes.
[03:04.61]But you're stuntin' your growth
[03:06.38]I wanna just bloody your nose
[03:08.18]Damn, stop numbing your soul
[03:10.07]Try to have a little ****ing control.
[03:11.87]But you can't 'cause I'm here
[03:13.83]Oh my god, mother****er damn it's my year.
[03:15.60]I'm in your mouth like a can of light beer
[03:17.44]Keepin' count of the planet's light years
[03:19.29]I'm workin' in these boots and old ass jeans
[03:22.24]See I got goals and aspirations
[03:24.53]But I don't have dreams,
[03:26.03]'Cause dreams are just your memories
[03:28.40]Bein' organized and processed
[03:30.26]And when you're asleep you can't make progress
[03:32.37]On your conquest
[03:33.57]During the onset of REM sleep
[03:35.53]They say beauty is skin-deep
[03:37.20]Man beauty ain't skin-deep,
[03:38.60]Beauty is just skin
[03:40.24]And it's ****ing cheap!
[03:41.48]I can't accelerate the time
[03:42.80]Bloody hell is on my mind
[03:44.75]But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
[03:47.73]And in my life man everything is grey
[03:50.18]Even death might come today
[03:52.16]But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
[03:55.19]I say I can't accelerate the time
[03:57.42]Bloody hell is on my mind
[03:59.49]But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
[04:02.42]And in my life man everything is grey
[04:04.91]Even death might come today
[04:06.92]But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
[04:11.28]

Life is not short, life is ****ing long.
A lot happens. Try to make the best of it.
Life is
Nothing but pain and crisis
And little bitty slices
Of death and trying to gauge the depth of how deep the black ice is.
There's a hammer in my fist as I write this
Righteous verse and lyrics of lifeless persons
Spirit turns to ices
And it rises,
Deified, these words should be inscribed into the horizons
And the bleeding skies as the Mayans,
Countin' 365 on a calendar stone with a mask
In the middle as I'm sippin' on a flask
Of a little goat blood
That the kid'll soak up
During sacrifices
**** who you think raps the nicest.
These are songs that I'm saving lives with
Dryin' eyelids,
Providin' my kids
With a vibe that's timeless
And a time that's vibrance
Is so hard to find it
You might need diphenhydramine.
I got goals and aspirations
But I don't have dreams.
'Cause dreams are just your memories
Bein' organized and processed,
And when you're asleep you can't make progress,
On your conquest
During the onset of REM sleep
They say beauty is skin-deep
Man beauty ain't skin-deep,
Beauty is just skin.
Cheap little clichés and platitudes
Get a mean face, get an attitude
Get a gun, get a horse, get a nice pair of boots
Get a clean shave and a saddle too
And ride up outta town
Try to find the sun
And get so high you die as it comes down
If they like you you'll be found.
I can't accelerate the time
Bloody hell is on my mind
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
And in my life man everything is grey
Even death might come today
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
It's strange I can't accelerate the time
Bloody hell is on my mind
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
And in my life man everything is grey
Even death might come today
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
Death is
The day they find you breathless
Left with
No comprehension of the day you once thought life was precious.
Now press this
Pen to the page and write your death wish
Aight done.
Got a little way
'Cause I'm blinded by the white sun
By the white sun.
I'm sick of all the fame
It's like a ball and chain
And I ain't calling names
But I met a couple celebrities recently
And **** if they ain't all insane.
Every single one of them they all the name
I don't got a mansion they call me lame
They call and ask if I can get them a baller cane
And when I tell them hell no they never call again,
Because that's not me,
I give a damn about the damn paparazzi
I don't ever want to meet a man,
I don't wanna compromise my sound
No care of the means that I'm never gonna be the man,
All you little juvenile mother****ers
You can run around trying to be the king of rap
and I'mma be the best husband
and be the best father to my little boy,
Little boy, tell me what you think of that?
Probably think it's wack
You'd rather just have money and clothes
Nothin' really matters like that
As long as you get to stunnin' these hoes.
But you're stuntin' your growth
I wanna just bloody your nose
Damn, stop numbing your soul
Try to have a little ****ing control.
But you can't 'cause I'm here
Oh my god, mother****er damn it's my year.
I'm in your mouth like a can of light beer
Keepin' count of the planet's light years
I'm workin' in these boots and old ass jeans
See I got goals and aspirations
But I don't have dreams,
'Cause dreams are just your memories
Bein' organized and processed
And when you're asleep you can't make progress
On your conquest
During the onset of REM sleep
They say beauty is skin-deep
Man beauty ain't skin-deep,
Beauty is just skin
And it's ****ing cheap!
I can't accelerate the time
Bloody hell is on my mind
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
And in my life man everything is grey
Even death might come today
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
I say I can't accelerate the time
Bloody hell is on my mind
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
And in my life man everything is grey
Even death might come today
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.