Slaine - This Is My Life lyrics

[Slaine - This Is My Life lyrics]

Me and Matty Trump we smokin' fatty blunts
Had we gotten drunk we woulda
Stabbed you the fuck up
And put you in the back of the Caddy trunk
Haha, yeah, ladies and gentlemen
Get your cocaine and your heroin
You're in a situation that you can never win
You notice that right away
This is your world, this is your world
And this is my world

It's like I'm walking by Jesus
Freaks in the cheapest sneaks
To the sounds of cell phones and beeper beeps
Hot blocks with drug spots on the corner
Gum white-out blunts, rolling marijuana
And I'm just trying to get by
Running through the city
The same bums with me, with the rum shitty
Fuck the dum diddy, this society
I got my eyes on them
Because they're eying me
And I hate the greedier likes
To the media hype
'Cause these are the skeeviest types
Believe me, I can't take it easy at night
I'm having dreams of the devil
That ain't leaving me right
I'm convinced I'm a prince
I glimpse at the blimps
The hookers and the rookies and
The pimps with the limps
I've rinsed my hands of the newspaper prints
That hints at the filthiness
Of my environments
They've got Tecs to squeeze and Ecstasies
Unmarked cars with detectives, "Freeze!"
And you, you're walking right next to these
Fucking raw dog 'til you get a sex disease

Yo this is my life, blurred city lights
Got society eying me, is he right?
But this is your world
Look at all the madness
Do you have this in your sight? Look around
This is my life, blurred city lights
Got society eying me, is he right?
But this is your world
Look at all the madness
Do you have this in your sight? Look around

Yo, this is what we calling life
You shouldn't have stepped in front
Of the alcoholic's knife you call it wrong
But this is what we calling right, right?

Ayo, money rules it all
From lawyers to politics
High school bitches who
Strip for scholarships
That gangster shit, swallow hollow tips
The game of life is played
For thousand dollar chips
Follow this, they call Japs gooks
Blacks spooks whites crackers
So you grill whoever's looking at you
Villains in all colors, or forefathers
But why don't you take a
Look where your heart is?
Filled with more garbage
That's why we sniff and get high
Bullshittin', sitting underneath
Magnificent skies so my lyrics are a sketch
You're catching whiffs of the lies
And my breath's a hundred proof
It reeks of the truth
I speak to the youth, take leaks in the booth
Piss warm with the shit storm
The speakers are blew
Look around what society is teaching to you
What you ain't doing dirt? You got
Your feet in it too

Yo this is my life, blurred city lights
Got society eying me, is he right?
But this is your world
Look at all the madness
Do you have this in your sight? Look around
This is my life, blurred city lights
Got society eying me, is he right?
But this is your world
Look at all the madness
Do you have this in your sight? Look around

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