Felly, Lofsky - Dying to Live lyrics
Christian Felner [Cfello]
[Felly, Lofsky - Dying to Live lyrics]
White linen and some white china (uh)
Bitch gripping like a bike rider (yuh)
He gone hit it like he Mike Tyson
Blue bitches stay bobbing
Young bitch don't get silenced
Get money get vices he likes it, he buys it
That veil on his eyelids
He fly though, might try it
Smoking coke autopilot (yeah)
And it's blamed on the lack of excitement
(no) boy you fucked up like Isis
No need for replying he fly with the sirens
That's Babylon's finest
I think we gave up on Zion
You the lamb we the lions
I stop bitching when I can get
Some sleep without waking to sirens
Been kicked to the curb like
Some new boys in China
When I'm the only one keeping
Locks on the fireman
Until I retire and black out the Jeep wag
I should rest while this verse land
Futuristic shit I see past
No you really soft as bean bags
Bro, I beat the bee's knee caps
We don't care around here
We don't listen to shit
If that steak ain't rare then
This table might flip
If my bitch ain't here in the next five min
I'm a down this gin and
Fucking get in my whip on my Worldstar page
Contradictions make hit's
Always knew from a kid that it is what it is
And so I fill up with toxins
Spend cash on my rims at the end of my wit's
Going down with the ship
Dying to live dying to live
Dying to live i said I'm dying to live
I'm an Evangelist give me your money, bitch
God would straight want this
We dying to live kids your daughter
Your Dealer police chief
Your killer your lifeline
Your Skrilla our Pm is Hitler
Shoutout to Stevie
Fronting Walmart greeter in
Pursuit of unhappiness mass murderer
Pacifist rapping drunk out to detox
I got this shit
I ain't sick, I'm a normal person
The fact you care is a bit concerning
Might want to get checked out
Smoking darks but obsessed with my health
Jacking off while I'm choking myself
Just the usual (yeah)
Role model in a jump suit
Pissing on the toilet seat in front of you
(what?) pull up in that handicap spot
I ain't limping though
Taking selfies in an ambulance
By somebody's corpse
I don't take advice I know everything
I'm not satisfied doing anything
Hit the scene in a dream fuck your magazine
Making hit's hit and run in my limousine
Sniper rifle with the wordplay
Smoke your third eye
All these conscious rappers fronting
Bout they own lives said I'm dying to live
Fuck you and everything you represent 2273
What's popping man yeah