Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Life (feat. Wrekonize, Bernz), artist - Prozak. Album song Black Ink, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.10.2015
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
My Life (feat. Wrekonize, Bernz) |
| Leaving a piece of me behind at everywhere I go |
| Reaching every state every city every single show |
| Life in the fast lane you never want to take it slow |
| You can’t enjoy the highs without taking all the lows |
| And that can be found at the bottom of a bottle |
| Of liquor or pills perhaps both at full throttle |
| The comforts of the road deceiving it’s all hollow |
| As you try to drink away all the pain with each swallow, and |
| Hoping that something will change, maybe tomorrow, then |
| I can try to get my head together maybe understand |
| Life out of a suitcase can be hard to handle man |
| Without your kids without your friends without your fam |
| Despite these lyrics I’m seriously not complaining |
| Destined in this world since birth to be an entertainer |
| The fans make it worth each and every step but later |
| The stage lights dissipate back to thinking about |
| Thinking of my, thinking of my (life, life) |
| Thinking of my, thinking of my (life, life) |
| Thinking of my, thinking of my (life, life) |
| Thinking I’m high, thinking I’m high everyday |
| Strange faces in a foreign land |
| Suitcase full of acid while I tour again |
| Headlights cut the black night pouring in |
| Never been a nice guy never wore a grin |
| I’m just here squeezing blood out these oranges |
| Talking shit representing my origins |
| In a whisky hole tell ‘em Jim Morrison |
| Writing out the eye hovering over a toilet |
| And these spirits got me going in |
| But I ain’t wasting my words and that’s a warning |
| Usually a heart ends, cracked like porcelain |
| Fuck around and get your whole mills spooned to portions |
| Sorry to bust a contortion |
| Unrattle every cage before a thought of your motion |
| See i’m a wild animal my psych’s been roasted |
| And all of y’all tamed under massive hypnosis |
| I’m just |
| Thinking of my, thinking of my (life, life) |
| Thinking of my, thinking of my (life, life) |
| Thinking of my, thinking of my (life, life) |
| Thinking I’m high, thinking I’m high everyday |
| I got a battle that’s brewing up in my brain |
| So many memories of things that I could just never change |
| But I shake it off cause it’s the stage that I must tame |
| Inside a cage where the fame ain’t easy to gain |
| Simmerin' in a cynical lane to maintain |
| For the people who get therapy from everything we say |
| Tech is dressing just to mash out problems |
| Pouring up another just to get smashed off them |
| Mama said these days I’m a stranger, not familiar |
| And Cheeky said it’s kinda like y’all are my new familia |
| Strange quotes from great folks trying to just stay close |
| On the road break coast pulling a space ghost |
| You need us to lead this great feeling into a Zenith |
| All the journeys are scenic, this high is so intravenous |
| So we just roll on, and break the night into the day |
| Thinking of my everything until everything just fade away |
| Thinking of my, thinking of my (life, life) |
| Thinking of my, thinking of my (life, life) |
| Thinking of my, thinking of my (life, life) |
| Thinking I’m high, thinking I’m high everyday |