作词 : Elan Parker/Olu Fann/Courtney Salter/Timothy Maxey/Taji Ausar/Christopher Wikes 作曲 : Elan Parker/Olu Fann/Courtney Salter/Timothy Maxey/Taji Ausar/Christopher Wikes Doctur Dot & Johnny Venus: Yo, more lighter flicks More lighter flicks We well acquainted at this, we well acquainted at this point, haha This our first date Well acquainted, ooh Aight, let's do this sh!t Oh sh!t Yeah, yeah Dropped my phone, dropped my phone Doctur Dot: Uh, I must be one of the lucky ones, graded So-so credit, live life lightheaded I'm the madness to the method, man From a place without no Wu-Tang Clan But we got Ku Klux Klans all up through there, hustle all we do here Tryna makе it shake 'til it's poppin' like a root beer Made this in a lеap year, next year I'll be nuclear Hella high falutin', hotboxin' two stories, I don't give a fxck 'bout who here Always been the underdog, it's over for that bullsh!t Born with the skillset, built up the toolkit Got the pocket presence, it's a breeze on some through sh!t Hate when n!ggas talk but when they see you, they don't do sh!t I'm a simple man but even that can be confusing Always said my checkered past would have 'em jumpin' to conclusions Can't have nobody around me that ain't makin' contributions All I do is run, get high, fxck and make music Ari Lennox: Ooh, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is Who can I, who can I open up to? What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is Who can I, who can I open up to? Johnny Venus: I'm tired of n!ggas, tired of motherfxckers underachievin' Scared of they greatness, wastin' they breathin' Spoilin' blessings, pissin' they chances down the drain Sittin' on they hands and wonderin' why they situation ain't changed I'm tired of crackers, I'm tired of dealin' wit' you racist bastards Salty asses, can't focus on nothin' else but me I'm tired of haters frightened 'bout somethin' I'ma be 'Cause my purpose got you feelin' worthless, now we enemies I'm tired of sleepin', tired of creepin', tired of hoes Tired of hot ass summers with crooked cops on patrol Shawty tryna do her best, said she slide down this pole But she see my mind on, I'm all alone So who can I open up to? Probably this bottle This sack of w33d, it talks to me We eye to eye, we knee to knee Prayin' for some sh!t, ain't sure if it exists, huh Yeah, we lucky if we wind up with a loyal b!tch Yeah, we slide out our moms, how quickly we forget Here, surrounded by lies and plastic like a zip Here, hope you ain't got this image of me in your head The chosen son, the one you meet after you dead The holy one, no blemish, not a stain on this linen Picture perfect, perfect image, n!gga, that ain't how I'm livin' N!gga that ain't how I'm livin' So go on, put your fingers in the sky for the sinners Ari Lennox: Ooh, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is Who can I, who can I open up to? What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is Who can I, who can I open up to? To, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is (I, I, I wanna know) Who can I, who can I open up to? Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
[00:00.000] 作词 : Elan Parker/Olu Fann/Courtney Salter/Timothy Maxey/Taji Ausar/Christopher Wikes [00:00.000] 作曲 : Elan Parker/Olu Fann/Courtney Salter/Timothy Maxey/Taji Ausar/Christopher Wikes [00:00.000]Doctur Dot & Johnny Venus: [00:00.358]Yo, more lighter flicks [00:03.375]More lighter flicks [00:04.377]We well acquainted at this, we well acquainted at this point, haha [00:08.832]This our first date [00:09.842]Well acquainted, ooh [00:13.800]Aight, let's do this sh!t [00:15.416]Oh sh!t [00:16.418]Yeah, yeah [00:17.433]Dropped my phone, dropped my phone [00:19.444]Doctur Dot: [00:19.961]Uh, I must be one of the lucky ones, graded [00:23.977]So-so credit, live life lightheaded [00:26.486]I'm the madness to the method, man [00:28.506]From a place without no Wu-Tang Clan [00:30.512]But we got Ku Klux Klans all up through there, hustle all we do here [00:34.522]Tryna makе it shake 'til it's poppin' like a root beer [00:37.281]Made this in a lеap year, next year I'll be nuclear [00:40.289]Hella high falutin', hotboxin' two stories, I don't give a fxck 'bout who here [00:44.300]Always been the underdog, it's over for that bullsh!t [00:47.306]Born with the skillset, built up the toolkit [00:50.064]Got the pocket presence, it's a breeze on some through sh!t [00:52.823]Hate when n!ggas talk but when they see you, they don't do sh!t [00:55.831]I'm a simple man but even that can be confusing [00:58.101]Always said my checkered past would have 'em jumpin' to conclusions [01:01.117]Can't have nobody around me that ain't makin' contributions [01:03.887]All I do is run, get high, fxck and make music [01:06.392]Ari Lennox: [01:06.902]Ooh, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is [01:15.926]Who can I, who can I open up to? [01:21.480]What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is [01:27.037]Who can I, who can I open up to? [01:37.873]Johnny Venus: [01:41.157]I'm tired of n!ggas, tired of motherfxckers underachievin' [01:44.666]Scared of they greatness, wastin' they breathin' [01:46.922]Spoilin' blessings, pissin' they chances down the drain [01:49.689]Sittin' on they hands and wonderin' why they situation ain't changed [01:52.444]I'm tired of crackers, I'm tired of dealin' wit' you racist bastards [01:55.954]Salty asses, can't focus on nothin' else but me [01:58.224]I'm tired of haters frightened 'bout somethin' I'ma be [02:01.081]'Cause my purpose got you feelin' worthless, now we enemies [02:03.838]I'm tired of sleepin', tired of creepin', tired of hoes [02:07.268]Tired of hot ass summers with crooked cops on patrol [02:10.025]Shawty tryna do her best, said she slide down this pole [02:13.038]But she see my mind on, I'm all alone [02:15.053]So who can I open up to? Probably this bottle [02:17.810]This sack of w33d, it talks to me [02:19.816]We eye to eye, we knee to knee [02:21.568]Prayin' for some sh!t, ain't sure if it exists, huh [02:24.075]Yeah, we lucky if we wind up with a loyal b!tch [02:26.832]Yeah, we slide out our moms, how quickly we forget [02:29.589]Here, surrounded by lies and plastic like a zip [02:32.434]Here, hope you ain't got this image of me in your head [02:35.453]The chosen son, the one you meet after you dead [02:38.472]The holy one, no blemish, not a stain on this linen [02:41.241]Picture perfect, perfect image, n!gga, that ain't how I'm livin' [02:44.834]N!gga that ain't how I'm livin' [02:46.338]So go on, put your fingers in the sky for the sinners [02:48.601]Ari Lennox: [02:49.359]Ooh, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is [02:57.276]Who can I, who can I open up to? [03:03.124]What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is [03:08.672]Who can I, who can I open up to? [03:11.943]To, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is (I, I, I wanna know) [03:19.963]Who can I, who can I open up to? [03:23.474]Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh [03:37.423]Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh [03:48.209]Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
