Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Luxury , by - Jered SandersRelease date: 16.01.2020
Song language: English
Luxury |
| Guess this is what victory feel like |
| Missionary theme music, shoutout to R-Swift |
| Yeah |
| Yo! |
| I wanna celebrate this life forever |
| Hey man, this sound like celebration music, don’t it |
| I’m living it, not dreaming it |
| Haha, yeah! |
| We getting it, that’s luxury |
| I wanna celebrate this life forever |
| I feel like rapping today, baby! |
| I’m living it, not dreaming it |
| Real hope-hop circa 1985, again |
| We getting it, that’s luxury |
| Man, I had to write a letter in my loose leaf |
| And let the pen bleed about another two sheets |
| And I done scrapped a couple lines 'cause it’s harder to describe |
| How the bread of life better than a two-piece |
| Let a brother truth speak, now I got a new chief |
| Better than the patent leather smelling off my new sneaks |
| Man, I got a new song, living got a new leaf |
| Feeling like I got a new boss and I got a new reach, homie, uh |
| Used to try to packs where they squeezed macs |
| By the corner store with the nickel in the scene, facts |
| Now I greet 'em in the morning like heya |
| And OutKast, but I’m never tripping 'cause I’m 3 stacks |
| It’s why I’m giving God shine every time |
| Spit a line, make 'em rewind, time with a rhyme |
| And the label call, wanted me sign fine on the line |
| And I brought the bands back like Bron Bron in his prime |
| Hallelujah |
| I wanna celebrate this life forever |
| Ayo, it’s gonna be hard to turn this down, homie |
| Yo, this what victory sound like |
| I’m living it, not dreaming it |
| We getting it, that’s luxury |
| Yeah! |
| I wanna celebrate this life forever |
| Ay man, get a drummer or something for this one, homie |
| I’m living it, not dreaming it |
| Yeah, yeah |
| We getting it, that’s luxury |
| Remaining transcription in progress… |
| Yo, when I was broke into lots of pieces |
| Before I had a mind that was locked to Jesus |
| I 'member when I barely had a pot to pee in |
| And praying that a spot with a cot was a Posturepedic |
| I was hoping that a stocked arena would’ve copped |
| And hopped to a couple stops when I rocked my thesis |
| And when the record dropped, people spot my genius |
| 'Cause I know they heard Ye tryna talk 'bout Jesus |
| But I was tryna shine and cover up my bleakness |
| That’s probably the reason why I kept Christ secret |
| That’s probably the reason why swept my weakness |
| All under the rug and then I hushed my meekness |
| Then a quiet little voice inside was like |
| «J, they gave Giver of Life more stripes than zebras» |
| And that’s when my mind got a nice eureka |
| My fears secondary to the Christ’s achievement, yawmean? |
| I wanna celebrate this life forever |
| Ayo, real talk, this sound like how you supposed to finish your album, though |
| Yeah! |
| I’m living it, not dreaming it |
| We getting it, that’s luxury |
| Yeah, yeah, yo, this feel good, baby |
| I wanna celebrate this life forever |
| This feel real good |
| I’m living it, not dreaming it |
| We getting it, that’s luxury |
| Hallelujah! |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| «Hey. Don’t ever let somebody tell you you can’t do something, not even me. |
| All right?» |
| «All right.» |
| «You got a dream? Protect it. People can’t do something themselves, |
| they wanna tell you you can’t do it. You want something, go get it. Period.» |