Lyrics Skizzy Mars – Way I Live
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Lifestyles of the broke and famous
Trying to figure out what my goals and aims is
Going down a road that I know is tainted
She rarely give it up but she knows I’m anxious
Well, god forbid that
Bumpin’ Big L, smoking a big L, the shit we talk we live that
I’m still young, I’m still dumb can you forgive that
One day I’ll grow up, I’ll get it intact
I got a girl that knows every single lyric
She love the way I talk, she love my syntax
They say that music’s in a crisis but it’s been whack
So I listen to The Killers and kill these niggas
And I bet I’ll regret this in a decade but..
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This is the way I live
Young boy still pushin’ big whips
Get money lay low and chill, so trill, she so ill, she so real
Im’a do what I feel (ohhh)
This is the way I live
This is the way I live
Three years later now I’m big boy status
Name semi-known but we don’t act average
Coulda went to school but I followed a passion
I’m a New York rapper and I’m one of the baddest
Crib so lavish, I’d be good with a bad bitch
If you meet my homies you would think they savage
Had her for a reason man it wasn’t an accident
With some French girls and they all got accents
Show in New York and they all got passes
Look, Yo I’m Skizzy Mars might not be aware of who I am but you’ll know who we are, I’m just askin’
Can you hang girl?
Can you keep up with my words and my slang girl?
And I can’t lie nothing is the same girl
Cause tonight you’ll be entertained girl
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Penthouse how I live, everyday
Man these niggas can’t see me like pepper spray
It’s the way I live, real gudda mane
Known for doing gudda thangs, all the girls love me mane
Smoke cigs in the club cause the bouncers know me
Skip the line at the club, doorman’s the homie
Her bra with her number on stage, she throw me
I’m somewhere in New York tryin’ to keep shit lowkey
I pop a couple pills, she pop a couple pills too
Who am I to judge, I don’t know what she been through
In the Hamptons somewhere residential
Getting head in the office like I’m presidential
Whatchu’ wanna know, let the ninth floor
Started on the couch, ended on the floor
Had to light incense, she don’t like smoke, but..
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