Tonedeff, DJ JS-1, PackFM, Substantial - Lucky lyrics
[Tonedeff, DJ JS-1, PackFM, Substantial - Lucky lyrics]
Now I’ve been thinking bout what separates
The haves from the wants
And all of the chance thats involved
And whether it matters at all
Like is your fate randomly drawn from a
Hat or a handful of straws
Or is there a map that we’re
Following - not understanding the cause
And I been thinking about the
Happenstance of factors and laws
Like, what are the practical odds you would
Be on the path that you’re on?
Say If your dad or your mom
Were a bit more financially strong?
Then wouldn’t be trapped by your options
Problems with cash would be solved
Your priorities passive and calm and you
Could pass up a job
As you casually cough - taking a
Hit from a gravity bong
Plot a startup and stall till
A venture capitalist calls
Cash in your stock when it goes public
Crediting your passion and resolve
Would be sad if you saw this
Doing some task for your boss
Cause you had the identical idea
But, you were distracted with this job
That’s like being naturally small
But still got a plan to play ball
And then being passed in the draft for an
African then being mad cause he tall
Now I been rapping on songs
Since Jay and Jaz had a bond
I know that I'm nasty with these bars and yet
I’m always the one last to be sought
After these assholes who chart - on
Cause their man’s is a star
But niggas still brag to their balls
Like it wasn’t their addresses’ fault
Oh did you master your flaws? Did
You just slant the results?
Can you win a pageant if unattractive
And you’ve been ravaged with scars?
Is there a pattern to solve? Or
Is it just gambling evolved?
And are you insured? Because everything in
This life is an accident y’all
Right? You're Lucky
One to smoke on, uhn
Let me be blunt, perhaps we see what we want
You tried and flunk but their triumph
You just perceive it as luck
You seem to be stuck on things that
Matter the least in your life
Failing to learn from all of your
Failures why you impeding your light
Now you’re sick kid and you can’t
Fix it with some pedialyte
Completely greedy a beastly piece
Like graffiti we write
Stop moving speedy Quicksilver and kill
Your need to be right
I know you’d prefer all the breaks
But most of us learn from mistakes
You’re "lucky" if you live to receive it
Luckier if you can see that
Luck ain’t got nothing to do with
You helping them reach achievements
Chance might get you to the door but
Working hard is how you keep it
Whether Victor or Victoria it’s
Hardly been a secret
It favors the well prepared so I
Take chance most wouldn’t dare
Gotta be candid about my fears like
When cancer gave me a scare
Could’ve chose to walk around blind with
My pride ignoring the signs
Chose to side with the opposite that
Logic it kept me alive
So now I’ll live a bit longer of
Course I feel a bit stronger
My ignorance would’ve killed me I
Wouldn’t been more wronger
Some say that I’m lucky
I see it with clearer vision
Y’all can leave it to chance
I choose to make better decisions
Got a silver spoon- you’re lucky
Posh Living Room - you’re lucky
Got a bigger view Then you’re lucky
Short life span - you’re lucky
Or Die an old man - you’re lucky
It’s what you make it fam
- you’re still lucky
If you’re born rich, your crib’s enormous
Ain't got a mortgage, goddamn - you’re lucky
If you’re healthy, still far from wealthy
Food in your belly, then you’re still Lucky
You’re lucky
If you see penny on the
Ground and it's heads up
What the fuck you gonna do
Pick it up, pick it up
If you spent your last buck
On a losing lotto ticket
Tell me what you gonna do?
Rip it up rip it up
See I'm not the one to press
My luck or test my fate
A destiny control freak
I'm calculated with the steps i take
Cuz you can hit the curb a second late
And end up in your resting place
So my pocket holds a rabbit's foot
Just in case
S'all smoke and shattered mirrors
If you don't know the ledge
Someone wished me luck before a show
I damn near broke a leg
Had the laces untied on my ones
Thought i was lookin slick
I ain't cross a black cat
Or some other superstitious shit
No happenstance i take responsibility
For my actions and all of my decisions
The good ones and the bad ones
Karma don't decide what i
Develop my skills in
Or if my chance at success is
More than one in a million
Simply being born proves we can
All beat the odds
And if you pull it off again
They tell you thank your lucky stars
Must have been a full moon that
Lined venus up with mars
Well since we're giving credit out
Tell me where the fuck is ours?
Even when you go pro you
Get drafted in a lottery
Thats just the way the ball bounces
If i'm lucky theres spot for me
So when i take that last second shot
Make it and beat the clock
I'll pat myself on the back
And tell luck to eat a cock
With a little bit of luck, you get by
You could hit it big
How many tickets will you buy?
Baby, cause the game’s just
The lotto in disguise
Everyone’s a winner - if
You settle your prize
With a little bit of luck, you get by
You can tilt the odds in
Your favor if you try
Baby, cause the game’s just
The lotto in disguise
Everyone’s a winner - Cause
The numbers don’t lie
(Count them up - it goes)
4 8 15 16 23 42 - what are we gonna do now?
The haves from the wants
And all of the chance thats involved
And whether it matters at all
Like is your fate randomly drawn from a
Hat or a handful of straws
Or is there a map that we’re
Following - not understanding the cause
And I been thinking about the
Happenstance of factors and laws
Like, what are the practical odds you would
Be on the path that you’re on?
Say If your dad or your mom
Were a bit more financially strong?
Then wouldn’t be trapped by your options
Problems with cash would be solved
Your priorities passive and calm and you
Could pass up a job
As you casually cough - taking a
Hit from a gravity bong
Plot a startup and stall till
A venture capitalist calls
Cash in your stock when it goes public
Crediting your passion and resolve
Would be sad if you saw this
Doing some task for your boss
Cause you had the identical idea
But, you were distracted with this job
That’s like being naturally small
But still got a plan to play ball
And then being passed in the draft for an
African then being mad cause he tall
Now I been rapping on songs
Since Jay and Jaz had a bond
I know that I'm nasty with these bars and yet
I’m always the one last to be sought
After these assholes who chart - on
Cause their man’s is a star
But niggas still brag to their balls
Like it wasn’t their addresses’ fault
Oh did you master your flaws? Did
You just slant the results?
Can you win a pageant if unattractive
And you’ve been ravaged with scars?
Is there a pattern to solve? Or
Is it just gambling evolved?
And are you insured? Because everything in
This life is an accident y’all
Right? You're Lucky
One to smoke on, uhn
Let me be blunt, perhaps we see what we want
You tried and flunk but their triumph
You just perceive it as luck
You seem to be stuck on things that
Matter the least in your life
Failing to learn from all of your
Failures why you impeding your light
Now you’re sick kid and you can’t
Fix it with some pedialyte
Completely greedy a beastly piece
Like graffiti we write
Stop moving speedy Quicksilver and kill
Your need to be right
I know you’d prefer all the breaks
But most of us learn from mistakes
You’re "lucky" if you live to receive it
Luckier if you can see that
Luck ain’t got nothing to do with
You helping them reach achievements
Chance might get you to the door but
Working hard is how you keep it
Whether Victor or Victoria it’s
Hardly been a secret
It favors the well prepared so I
Take chance most wouldn’t dare
Gotta be candid about my fears like
When cancer gave me a scare
Could’ve chose to walk around blind with
My pride ignoring the signs
Chose to side with the opposite that
Logic it kept me alive
So now I’ll live a bit longer of
Course I feel a bit stronger
My ignorance would’ve killed me I
Wouldn’t been more wronger
Some say that I’m lucky
I see it with clearer vision
Y’all can leave it to chance
I choose to make better decisions
Got a silver spoon- you’re lucky
Posh Living Room - you’re lucky
Got a bigger view Then you’re lucky
Short life span - you’re lucky
Or Die an old man - you’re lucky
It’s what you make it fam
- you’re still lucky
If you’re born rich, your crib’s enormous
Ain't got a mortgage, goddamn - you’re lucky
If you’re healthy, still far from wealthy
Food in your belly, then you’re still Lucky
You’re lucky
If you see penny on the
Ground and it's heads up
What the fuck you gonna do
Pick it up, pick it up
If you spent your last buck
On a losing lotto ticket
Tell me what you gonna do?
Rip it up rip it up
See I'm not the one to press
My luck or test my fate
A destiny control freak
I'm calculated with the steps i take
Cuz you can hit the curb a second late
And end up in your resting place
So my pocket holds a rabbit's foot
Just in case
S'all smoke and shattered mirrors
If you don't know the ledge
Someone wished me luck before a show
I damn near broke a leg
Had the laces untied on my ones
Thought i was lookin slick
I ain't cross a black cat
Or some other superstitious shit
No happenstance i take responsibility
For my actions and all of my decisions
The good ones and the bad ones
Karma don't decide what i
Develop my skills in
Or if my chance at success is
More than one in a million
Simply being born proves we can
All beat the odds
And if you pull it off again
They tell you thank your lucky stars
Must have been a full moon that
Lined venus up with mars
Well since we're giving credit out
Tell me where the fuck is ours?
Even when you go pro you
Get drafted in a lottery
Thats just the way the ball bounces
If i'm lucky theres spot for me
So when i take that last second shot
Make it and beat the clock
I'll pat myself on the back
And tell luck to eat a cock
With a little bit of luck, you get by
You could hit it big
How many tickets will you buy?
Baby, cause the game’s just
The lotto in disguise
Everyone’s a winner - if
You settle your prize
With a little bit of luck, you get by
You can tilt the odds in
Your favor if you try
Baby, cause the game’s just
The lotto in disguise
Everyone’s a winner - Cause
The numbers don’t lie
(Count them up - it goes)
4 8 15 16 23 42 - what are we gonna do now?