Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Live Life, artist - Collie Buddz. Date of issue: 05.11.2012
Song language: English
Live Life |
| Shooting stars are made for those |
| Who believe that they were chos- |
| En to receive the gift of hope |
| So this is all I wrote |
| Uh oh, oh oh |
| Uh oh, faith longer than rope! |
| Uh oh, oh oh |
| Uh oh, so ghetto youths can cope! |
| T-t-t-tell me sum’n nah |
| Just tell me sum’n nah |
| Yesterday me had a dream |
| About de way me livin ya |
| Dream bout de money |
| Me dream bout de cash |
| Me Dream bout me new car me woodgrain dash |
| And me dream dat it could be real (ye) |
| Have a likkle hope inna life and work hard for ya tings dem it shall be real |
| (ye) |
| Never give up songs of hope a wah we keep singing |
| Shooting stars are made for those |
| Who believe that they were chos- |
| En to receive the gift of hope |
| So this is all I wrote |
| Uh oh, oh oh |
| Uh oh, faith longer than rope! |
| Uh oh, oh oh |
| Uh oh, so ghetto youths can cope! |
| So wha ya feel like |
| Ya see de dream gal |
| New car me drive |
| And a big house mi live inna |
| Me neva giving up |
| Me just living up |
| Hustler weh make it out a road say to big it up |
| Until every week day like a holiday |
| And we sip champagne when we thirsty |
| Cuz it’s a struggle every day |
| Stay ya mind and keep focused no matter wa dem say |
| Hey! |
| Shooting stars are made for those |
| Who believe that they were chos- |
| En to receive the gift of hope |
| So this is all I wrote |
| Uh oh, oh oh |
| Uh oh, faith longer than rope! |
| Uh oh, oh oh |
| Uh oh, so ghetto youths can cope! |
| Ya hear de vibes ya |
| Ya see de vibes ya |
| Thanks fi de yutes |
| And give thanks for their lives ya |
| We live it up yes |
| Just live it up bless |
| Get past the worst and me move towards the best |
| And me dream that it could be real (ye) |
| Have a likkle hope inna life and work hard for ya tings dem it shall be real |
| (ye) |
| Never give up songs of hope a weh we keep singing |
| Shooting stars are made for those |
| Who believe that they were chos- |
| En to receive the gift of hope |
| So this is all I wrote |
| Uh oh, oh oh |
| Uh oh, faith longer than rope! |
| Uh oh, oh oh |
| Uh oh, so ghetto youths can cope! |
| T-t-t-tell me sum’n nah |
| Just tell me sum’n nah |
| Yesterday me had a dream |
| About de way me livin ya |
| Dream bout de money |
| Me dream bout de cash |
| Me Dream bout me new car me woodgrain dash |
| And me dream dat it could be real (ye) |
| Have a likkle hope inna life and work hard for ya tings dem it shall be real |
| (ye) |
| Never give up songs of hope a wah we keep singing |