Good Life 歌词
| 歌曲 | Good Life |
| 歌手 | Shawn Chrystopher |
| 专辑 | Lovestory |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| I always knew that | |
| I was different | |
| But who the fuck isn’t? | |
| In the sea of models and talking rappers | |
| I tread in my water lightly, ‘cause none of these niggers affect my past. | |
| You talking rap shit, we thought that we never went backwards, | |
| Attempted to learn my lesson, but exit without a bachelor’s degree. | |
| A separation is plague, now | |
| I’m doubting myself, reality is mistaken | |
| For the fantasy that | |
| I live up, that ain’t work, so | |
| I switch up, | |
| I swear to hope, to not give up before | |
| I’m winning, now get up. | |
| Get up, Shawn, they need you. | |
| You may not be him but the millions, they believe you. | |
| Tonight I’m drowning my weed in codeine, | |
| I hid, I mix with morphine, | |
| If you’re in a belly making it’s something | |
| I wish I don’t see. | |
| Giving up is the easiest in the world, | |
| But if I do demand | |
| I cannot tell my girl. | |
| She wants to live like a social life, | |
| Big house, to part the bands when she own the night. | |
| Take a trip to | |
| South Beach and ride the motorbikes, | |
| So she asked a night, why ain’t we living a good life? | |
| Yeah, she asked why we ain’t living a good life by now. | |
| And I ain’t made a dime since last week. | |
| Fuck it, nah, it’s been three weeks. | |
| The more time that passed, and the last we even speak, | |
| I start to even think, | |
| God damn, | |
| I reached my peak. | |
| They told me life’s a game, so where | |
| I put my cheek | |
| Feeling like shotgun staring at this faith road | |
| And there’s a fifty-fifty chance that | |
| I make it | |
| I hope I make it. | |
| She wants to live like a social life, | |
| Big house, to part the bands when she own the night. | |
| Take a trip to | |
| South Beach and ride the motorbikes, | |
| So she asked a night, why ain’t we living a good life? | |
| Yeah, she asked why we ain’t living a good life by now. | |
| Just another day up in the studio, | |
| I’m getting hit like boy | |
| I know you’re with the groupie hoes. | |
| I’d be I’ll and | |
| I’d be lying, you know the usual, they way she be reacting like she acting in a movie role. | |
| Dramatic, psychopathic, trying to make classic something iller than illmatic | |
| She be reaking headache, a second, now let me have it, | |
| Instead of going forward, shawty, we’re just moving backwards. | |
| Now you deserve the finest things, the diamond rings, | |
| I can treat you like a queen, instead, | |
| I’m a king. | |
| Forever my lady and you know that, | |
| Whether you’re holding me down not holding me back. | |
| Baby, I got it twisted, sure it isn’t me, | |
| Should I just leave so | |
| I can take you out your misery? | |
| She wants to live like a social life, | |
| Big house, to part the bands when she own the night. | |
| Take a trip to | |
| South Beach and ride the motorbikes, | |
| So she asked a night, why ain’t we living a good life? | |
| Yeah, she asked why we ain’t living a good life by now. |
| I always knew that | |
| I was different | |
| But who the fuck isn' t? | |
| In the sea of models and talking rappers | |
| I tread in my water lightly, ' cause none of these niggers affect my past. | |
| You talking rap shit, we thought that we never went backwards, | |
| Attempted to learn my lesson, but exit without a bachelor' s degree. | |
| A separation is plague, now | |
| I' m doubting myself, reality is mistaken | |
| For the fantasy that | |
| I live up, that ain' t work, so | |
| I switch up, | |
| I swear to hope, to not give up before | |
| I' m winning, now get up. | |
| Get up, Shawn, they need you. | |
| You may not be him but the millions, they believe you. | |
| Tonight I' m drowning my weed in codeine, | |
| I hid, I mix with morphine, | |
| If you' re in a belly making it' s something | |
| I wish I don' t see. | |
| Giving up is the easiest in the world, | |
| But if I do demand | |
| I cannot tell my girl. | |
| She wants to live like a social life, | |
| Big house, to part the bands when she own the night. | |
| Take a trip to | |
| South Beach and ride the motorbikes, | |
| So she asked a night, why ain' t we living a good life? | |
| Yeah, she asked why we ain' t living a good life by now. | |
| And I ain' t made a dime since last week. | |
| Fuck it, nah, it' s been three weeks. | |
| The more time that passed, and the last we even speak, | |
| I start to even think, | |
| God damn, | |
| I reached my peak. | |
| They told me life' s a game, so where | |
| I put my cheek | |
| Feeling like shotgun staring at this faith road | |
| And there' s a fiftyfifty chance that | |
| I make it | |
| I hope I make it. | |
| She wants to live like a social life, | |
| Big house, to part the bands when she own the night. | |
| Take a trip to | |
| South Beach and ride the motorbikes, | |
| So she asked a night, why ain' t we living a good life? | |
| Yeah, she asked why we ain' t living a good life by now. | |
| Just another day up in the studio, | |
| I' m getting hit like boy | |
| I know you' re with the groupie hoes. | |
| I' d be I' ll and | |
| I' d be lying, you know the usual, they way she be reacting like she acting in a movie role. | |
| Dramatic, psychopathic, trying to make classic something iller than illmatic | |
| She be reaking headache, a second, now let me have it, | |
| Instead of going forward, shawty, we' re just moving backwards. | |
| Now you deserve the finest things, the diamond rings, | |
| I can treat you like a queen, instead, | |
| I' m a king. | |
| Forever my lady and you know that, | |
| Whether you' re holding me down not holding me back. | |
| Baby, I got it twisted, sure it isn' t me, | |
| Should I just leave so | |
| I can take you out your misery? | |
| She wants to live like a social life, | |
| Big house, to part the bands when she own the night. | |
| Take a trip to | |
| South Beach and ride the motorbikes, | |
| So she asked a night, why ain' t we living a good life? | |
| Yeah, she asked why we ain' t living a good life by now. |
| I always knew that | |
| I was different | |
| But who the fuck isn' t? | |
| In the sea of models and talking rappers | |
| I tread in my water lightly, ' cause none of these niggers affect my past. | |
| You talking rap shit, we thought that we never went backwards, | |
| Attempted to learn my lesson, but exit without a bachelor' s degree. | |
| A separation is plague, now | |
| I' m doubting myself, reality is mistaken | |
| For the fantasy that | |
| I live up, that ain' t work, so | |
| I switch up, | |
| I swear to hope, to not give up before | |
| I' m winning, now get up. | |
| Get up, Shawn, they need you. | |
| You may not be him but the millions, they believe you. | |
| Tonight I' m drowning my weed in codeine, | |
| I hid, I mix with morphine, | |
| If you' re in a belly making it' s something | |
| I wish I don' t see. | |
| Giving up is the easiest in the world, | |
| But if I do demand | |
| I cannot tell my girl. | |
| She wants to live like a social life, | |
| Big house, to part the bands when she own the night. | |
| Take a trip to | |
| South Beach and ride the motorbikes, | |
| So she asked a night, why ain' t we living a good life? | |
| Yeah, she asked why we ain' t living a good life by now. | |
| And I ain' t made a dime since last week. | |
| Fuck it, nah, it' s been three weeks. | |
| The more time that passed, and the last we even speak, | |
| I start to even think, | |
| God damn, | |
| I reached my peak. | |
| They told me life' s a game, so where | |
| I put my cheek | |
| Feeling like shotgun staring at this faith road | |
| And there' s a fiftyfifty chance that | |
| I make it | |
| I hope I make it. | |
| She wants to live like a social life, | |
| Big house, to part the bands when she own the night. | |
| Take a trip to | |
| South Beach and ride the motorbikes, | |
| So she asked a night, why ain' t we living a good life? | |
| Yeah, she asked why we ain' t living a good life by now. | |
| Just another day up in the studio, | |
| I' m getting hit like boy | |
| I know you' re with the groupie hoes. | |
| I' d be I' ll and | |
| I' d be lying, you know the usual, they way she be reacting like she acting in a movie role. | |
| Dramatic, psychopathic, trying to make classic something iller than illmatic | |
| She be reaking headache, a second, now let me have it, | |
| Instead of going forward, shawty, we' re just moving backwards. | |
| Now you deserve the finest things, the diamond rings, | |
| I can treat you like a queen, instead, | |
| I' m a king. | |
| Forever my lady and you know that, | |
| Whether you' re holding me down not holding me back. | |
| Baby, I got it twisted, sure it isn' t me, | |
| Should I just leave so | |
| I can take you out your misery? | |
| She wants to live like a social life, | |
| Big house, to part the bands when she own the night. | |
| Take a trip to | |
| South Beach and ride the motorbikes, | |
| So she asked a night, why ain' t we living a good life? | |
| Yeah, she asked why we ain' t living a good life by now. |
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