Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Life, artist - Delinquent Habits. Date of issue: 16.11.2009
Song language: English
My Life |
| You best believe I come around, I got a lot to say |
| A lot of weed to puff with freaks that bring a little yey |
| This is my life, I? |
| like every day |
| It’s fundamentally essentially the? |
| way |
| I wake up with my green, I roll my green, we keep it going |
| It’s? |
| don’t you keep it flowing |
| You won’t come down now passed round sounds for downtown |
| This night’s so nice it got my head it going round round |
| Like bows and arrows, pull my words and then release it slow |
| Or maybe explode with a sudden bang and watch it go |
| The vibe perpetual slow motion I let it show |
| Tattooed neck to knuckle, high, that’s how I roll |
| My life, my honour, my pride, my anger, my laughter, my sorrow inside |
| My life, it’s my hate and my love |
| My conscience, my soul, my push, and my shove |
| My life, my honour, my pride, my anger, my laughter, my sorrow inside |
| My life, it’s my hate and my love |
| My conscience, my soul, my push, and my shove |
| ? |
| see this a heater yo |
| And by now you know it’s hard to be facing this at any flow |
| Still playing with what I came with |
| Precise, don’t swing it aimless |
| In Spanglish freestyle, Spanish and written English |
| So here’s another one I’m taking for y’all |
| And I pour a little on the ground that’s for the homies that’s fallen |
| Now can I get an amen from those with loced fronts |
| From robbers, from those who refusing to carry guns |
| From those legit who bust their a** for nothing but ones |
| And for those who chose to live and stop at no drug once |
| See my life is right here and it’s on display |
| It’s prime time from LA living mine day to day |
| See gangster s**t go down daily on all corners |
| Bullets flying if we’re not to survive it like dive bombers |
| Police be exercising control, they ride on us |
| They pull their guns for nothing, they jump and fire on us |
| See these ain’t excuses for the life that I’m living |
| But these police is giving jokers to the cards that I’m given |
| I knew bullets and gun play could get at me one day |
| But still I stand solid as hell and never run away |
| Street chants, sober rants with them that’ll make you dance |
| Feeling happy to the sky flying off the ganga plants |
| Last chance, here’s your pass, come on baby make it fast |
| Feeling crazy, hold your breath, passion that’ll make it last |