Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don Life, artist - Big Sean. Date of issue: 03.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don Life |
| We marvel about some athlete earning ten or fifteen million a year |
| Well, if that’s the case, that athlete must be worth to his owners billions of |
| dollars |
| Getting to the paper like it’s human nature |
| Goddamn, the more they hate us, that just motivate us |
| I know revenge tastes the sweetest, mmm, I’m gon' savor |
| I’m just sending all my graces up to my creator |
| No negotiation, this is world domination |
| You can fill the trophy cases up with nominations |
| I’m the Alpha-Omega, that mean you can’t replace us |
| That mean I’m throwing dice in Vegas, betting all the wages |
| My girl expensive, remember you get what you pay for |
| Big, big pay-off moves on and off the radar |
| You can’t afford to miss a layup when you in the playoffs (Uh) |
| Press on, stress on |
| I give this shit blood, flesh, bone |
| Can’t catch me, I skate to my destiny |
| That’s necessity, you can’t out-finesse me |
| She like chocolate, Nestlé, brown and sexy |
| Touch me, tease me, please me, just don’t test me |
| I’m the bar, my weight up, you can’t press me |
| Legendary bloodline, my ancestry |
| Ooh, I’m devoted and hated, I re-coded the Matrix |
| I just loaded the bases and you know I’ma make it hit |
| Getting to the paper like it’s human nature |
| (Getting to the paper like it’s human nature) |
| Getting to the paper like it’s human nature, uh (Uh) |
| Getting to the paper like it’s human nature |
| No time to relax, we ain’t in Jamaica |
| Getting to the paper like it’s human nature (Uh) |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Lil Tunechi |
| I’ve been having conversations with the constellations |
| We keep this shit between us, just like a doctor-patient |
| The heaviest intoxication make the problems weightless |
| I’ma need some sanitation for the time that’s wasted |
| Told my shrink that life is crazy, he said, «Life is crazy» |
| I bought a house so fucking big it feel like I’m my neighbors |
| I told my weed man, «I need nature,» he accommodate me |
| I got two choppers look alike, I call 'em crock and gator |
| The flowers looking quite amazing, I ain’t like the fragrance |
| I stand beside a baby, see who you decide to play with |
| I’ma take my fucking chances, I’m a lucky bastard |
| My heart race 'til it catch up to who it’s running after |
| Oh my gosh, I’m gone, I’m on a planet I’m not knowin' |
| Said, «Let there be light,» but then all my lights were blown |
| Yeah, I know my rights, I mean I know right from wrong |
| I know yayo white and sweeter than a yellow bone |
| I know love is life and I know life is never long |
| I made plans to get away and in the morning, I’ll be gone |
| Man, I mind-fuck, no foreplay, brainwash, my thoughts fade |
| Brainstorm, I storm chase, guilty conscience no court date |
| Lil Tunechi (Tunechi) |
| Detroit (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Getting to the paper like it’s human nature (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Getting to the paper like it’s human nature (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Get this shit no matter how long it takes us |
| I’ve been having conversations with the constellations (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Getting to the paper like it’s human nature (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Black music sells about sixty percent of the music sold in the world |
| It outsells other people’s native music |
| And yet, we’re willing to sing for pennies a record |