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The story of my life is about nothing Love is the red herring, money is the ... Rather I smoke weed, make beats, and eat muffins Energy source: vodka. Without it I can't function The brother's life ill like bad advice Pray'till I get it right If I had three wishes I'd ask for world peace A stack of pancakes and a child's figments 'Cause lucidity is too vicious Your enemies ain't too distant'are suspicious Whenever move will do ... Listen, who you run to for venting and discussion? I go find a brick wall somewhere and start cussing A little one sided but I've gotten used to it Besides, talking to the all feels less foolish Life can get all up in your ass, baby You better work it out Let me tell you what it's all about Life and love, respect and beats Pounds of drugs, ink and earth Fights and hugs, folded skirts Straighten mugs, grief and purp Art and lust If I was you, homie, I'd lighten up SongtexteIt's tough to get a grip When your blood, sweat, and tears keep your fingertips slick Reality bites just as sure as it will slip That's some free advice, the next one's got a price And don't be stingy with the tip'so many bad days Gotta watch in good fortune but I distrust fugaze Like when your girl ask if she's fat Damned if you're quiet, damned if you answer back Bitches on my dick 'cause I look like Diogenes Walking with a limp and a lamp, searching for honesty Can't find an ounce of it, really don't astonish me 'Cause 28 years of bullshit admonished me I'm in a crib, lay brother, man Writing rhymes while I ash the cig in a beer can Hoping that this music shit'll give me a new Sedan And millions of fans. And pussy. Life can get all up in your ass, baby You better work it out Let me tell you what it's all about Life and love, respect and beats Pounds of drugs, ink and earth Fights and hugs, folded skirts Straighten mugs, grief and purp Art and lust If I was you, homie, I'd lighten up Aus Songtexte Mania