Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is Life, artist - Ugly Heroes. Album song Ugly Heroes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
This Is Life |
Let’s go… |
Apollo Brown |
That dude Apollo told me black out |
Got that pressure feeling like it’s really building on the surface |
Chilling, underneath I’m cracked out |
My blood pressure rises knowing what’s on the horizon |
Like I’m rising but already feeling tapped out |
Like my cash cow is fresh outta milk |
And taking diligence and effort to build |
And nobody pays attention to the messengers killed |
I’ve been thinking lately I should make my exit and, chill |
And that perspective is real |
Getting caught up in my record and how editors feel |
See my competitors and know that I’m ahead of the field |
But still, I’m trying to be better than Pill |
So, you know my head gets filled with politicking |
Like Obama and a senator’s bill |
With thoughts spinning, walk with them, lost in it |
Liquor store blues, how’s that medicine feel? |
So walk with me in this dark city |
With this heart skipping where the people talk shitty |
Where it’s hard living and know every part’s given |
And it’s part gritty, and it’s part prison |
Where each day we’re complacent, decay with the pain |
We play with the paint while we’re looking for that new thing |
We wait every month on the day we get on but |
This is life motherfucker, what did you think? |
Red Pill told me black out |
I wasn’t always so blessed |
I’m thankful, had so much less than what I have now |
A rapper want beef I bring the mad cow |
Put in work now, so we can walk the last mile |
Mamma told me there’ll be life’s like this |
A rapper reincarnated, rocking mics like this |
Must be, I know I cat wish he had nine lives |
First week, know you felines Verb speaks |
This is life motherfucker, what you thought? |
Students of the game, always stay nor what you taught |
Molotov cocktail all up in your thought |
Find fragments of my life scattered all up in my art |
I’m all up in it from start, finish to end |
Wanna pass it to the black of my heart tinted again |
Till then keep manouvering |
Moving on the right path |
Moving with my pad, keep doing it |
And there’s a lot of days I gotta take a step back |
And anyone who’s ever been there respects that |
Cause when I get vindictive, I get intricate |
And specific as pin prick is |
Most of my bullshit in this is self-inflicted |
And I know that I helped this sickness |
Most of my problems I create |
It’s hard to swallow what I ate but scraped the bottom of my plate |
So am I following mistakes or do I make them on my own |
And caulk it all up to my fate |
Cause everyday it seems I wind up with another issue |
Something to get through, more I gotta live through |
And I get shocked by it, still surprised |
When the noises in my life interrupting, they are not quiet |
So is it something to get used to or something that I already knew? |
Just had to move through |