Intro:
Ha, yea yea yea…
ZK (guess who’s back)
(Let me tell you a little something) Okay, Okay
(Fuck outa here)
Let me tell ya bout my life, let me tell ya, let me tell ya. (Shhh)
Look at them! (One more time)
Verse:
Let me tell ya bout my life and it ain’t no fuckin’ fairy tale (nah)
It ain’t very fair how I ain’t have a fuckin’ daddy there (nah)
To smack my ass when I lash out or live without a care. (Okay)
-well I had a step dad who took half our shit, then hе was out of there. (Out)
Good ol’ America, scaring us with thе D.A.R.E. stuff (uhhh)
Still I found myself in the club surrounded by rare drugs. (Yeah)
I embraced them like a bear hug… (c’mon) (yeah)
Me and my dogs were fucking balling man, Air Bud. (Ha)
Live without a care cause I ain’t know life would get real as shit
Momma up all night fucking crying while I would steal her whip (wah)
Fuckin’ delirious, asking the man in the mirror what year it is, (wha?)
Mamma knew this shit was serious. (Yeah)
Skip a couple years and well, now here I am
Learning how to feel again. (Okay) These words are fuckin’ piercing in .. (ahh)
My brain. So I put these lyrics to the page man, period. (Period)
And shit, well now? Now you hearing it
Okay my whole life, I thought I would see my name up on show lights
Roll the dice, low and behold my future is dope and white (dope)
That coke is nice when it hits your nose like a broken pipe. (Smack)
Dope habit got me going batshit over night (yeah)
Skin tone? Poltergeist. (White) That’s why my girl look like she seen a fuckin’
Ghost tonight. (Yeah) venomous, a cobra strike
Mouth like a motor. (Motor noise) I don’t shut up til it’s over (nah)
You think you’d like me when I’m fucked up? Well, this is me sober
Life is like a four leafed clover man, lucky me. (Lucky me)
Got addiction kicking my ass, it’s just a disease. (A disease)
Some tell me, “you’s a goner” (goner, goner)
While some other people tell me that I’ll blow up like the unabomber (yeah)
Feel like I’m underwater and the surface getting farther. (C’mon)
Just tryna stay clean and get my green up just like a (Gardner) (look at them)
A couple brews, then I fucking use. That’s my fucking noose
Then the blues, how but some grey goose? Chillin’ with my crew (yeah) What it do? I got work at 10, but I’m sleeping til 2. (Fuck off)
Get the fuck up out my face. What the fuck is it to you? (Ha ha ha)
I’m just playin’, got some anger issues… (yeah)
Shit I guess that’s how cocaine will get you (I guess)
Had to get myself up out this hole, no one came to rescue (nah)
There’s many times I struggle with it. Every day will test you. (Every fuckin’ day)
Feel like I came out a test tube, so how can you relate? (Can’t)
Tryna get this music made, (yeah) so I can move the state
Fuck it, move the nation. It takes patience but my attitude is great. (Hello)
Oh yeah, hop up on my ego and that’s how my noose is made. (Okay)
It’s time to man up, make a plan, start holding it down (yeah)
And stay spittin’ like I got some fuckin’ Scoal in my mouth (yea, yea, yea)
Or sippin’ listerene. Shit the kids a fiend. (Woop) Better get the green
Get to treatment and come out Mr. Clean, (wooo) shit I’m glistening
Now they listening. Yeah, they like it when your life is hard… (life is hard)
Shit, I guess that’s how I write these bars
And very mic is charred when I’m in the zone. (Okay)
It’s my God given super power if you didn’t know. (Woo)
Shit I’m like Superman. Cereal killer I murder Tuscan-Sam (do, do, do)
All about that fucking white but ain’t no Klu-KluX-klan (nah)
Seems like it always comes around when you the man. (Who?)
The head honcho. I’m your guy man, screw the band. (Me?)
Fuck it, I’m triggered so ima sip on this liquor
Hit up the bitch in this picture even though my girl at home (yea, yea, yea)
Wanna stay with her. Go figure, but my inner demons got her
Just like a pitcher cause “Out” is where I’m bout to get thrown. (You’re out)
Act like I give a .. fuck but I really don’t. (Duh)
My life goes up in smoke and all I can do is joke
But it’s all a mask, I am so fucked up it makes me choke. (Yeah)
You think you want to live this life? Well dog you really don’t
(You think you want to live this life? Well dog you really don’t)
Outro:
(Look at them)
Fuck it, That’s all I got
We out!
Ha, yea yea yea…
ZK (guess who’s back)
(Let me tell you a little something) Okay, Okay
(Fuck outa here)
Let me tell ya bout my life, let me tell ya, let me tell ya. (Shhh)
Look at them! (One more time)
Verse:
Let me tell ya bout my life and it ain’t no fuckin’ fairy tale (nah)
It ain’t very fair how I ain’t have a fuckin’ daddy there (nah)
To smack my ass when I lash out or live without a care. (Okay)
-well I had a step dad who took half our shit, then hе was out of there. (Out)
Good ol’ America, scaring us with thе D.A.R.E. stuff (uhhh)
Still I found myself in the club surrounded by rare drugs. (Yeah)
I embraced them like a bear hug… (c’mon) (yeah)
Me and my dogs were fucking balling man, Air Bud. (Ha)
Live without a care cause I ain’t know life would get real as shit
Momma up all night fucking crying while I would steal her whip (wah)
Fuckin’ delirious, asking the man in the mirror what year it is, (wha?)
Mamma knew this shit was serious. (Yeah)
Skip a couple years and well, now here I am
Learning how to feel again. (Okay) These words are fuckin’ piercing in .. (ahh)
My brain. So I put these lyrics to the page man, period. (Period)
And shit, well now? Now you hearing it
Okay my whole life, I thought I would see my name up on show lights
Roll the dice, low and behold my future is dope and white (dope)
That coke is nice when it hits your nose like a broken pipe. (Smack)
Dope habit got me going batshit over night (yeah)
Skin tone? Poltergeist. (White) That’s why my girl look like she seen a fuckin’
Ghost tonight. (Yeah) venomous, a cobra strike
Mouth like a motor. (Motor noise) I don’t shut up til it’s over (nah)
You think you’d like me when I’m fucked up? Well, this is me sober
Life is like a four leafed clover man, lucky me. (Lucky me)
Got addiction kicking my ass, it’s just a disease. (A disease)
Some tell me, “you’s a goner” (goner, goner)
While some other people tell me that I’ll blow up like the unabomber (yeah)
Feel like I’m underwater and the surface getting farther. (C’mon)
Just tryna stay clean and get my green up just like a (Gardner) (look at them)
A couple brews, then I fucking use. That’s my fucking noose
Then the blues, how but some grey goose? Chillin’ with my crew (yeah) What it do? I got work at 10, but I’m sleeping til 2. (Fuck off)
Get the fuck up out my face. What the fuck is it to you? (Ha ha ha)
I’m just playin’, got some anger issues… (yeah)
Shit I guess that’s how cocaine will get you (I guess)
Had to get myself up out this hole, no one came to rescue (nah)
There’s many times I struggle with it. Every day will test you. (Every fuckin’ day)
Feel like I came out a test tube, so how can you relate? (Can’t)
Tryna get this music made, (yeah) so I can move the state
Fuck it, move the nation. It takes patience but my attitude is great. (Hello)
Oh yeah, hop up on my ego and that’s how my noose is made. (Okay)
It’s time to man up, make a plan, start holding it down (yeah)
And stay spittin’ like I got some fuckin’ Scoal in my mouth (yea, yea, yea)
Or sippin’ listerene. Shit the kids a fiend. (Woop) Better get the green
Get to treatment and come out Mr. Clean, (wooo) shit I’m glistening
Now they listening. Yeah, they like it when your life is hard… (life is hard)
Shit, I guess that’s how I write these bars
And very mic is charred when I’m in the zone. (Okay)
It’s my God given super power if you didn’t know. (Woo)
Shit I’m like Superman. Cereal killer I murder Tuscan-Sam (do, do, do)
All about that fucking white but ain’t no Klu-KluX-klan (nah)
Seems like it always comes around when you the man. (Who?)
The head honcho. I’m your guy man, screw the band. (Me?)
Fuck it, I’m triggered so ima sip on this liquor
Hit up the bitch in this picture even though my girl at home (yea, yea, yea)
Wanna stay with her. Go figure, but my inner demons got her
Just like a pitcher cause “Out” is where I’m bout to get thrown. (You’re out)
Act like I give a .. fuck but I really don’t. (Duh)
My life goes up in smoke and all I can do is joke
But it’s all a mask, I am so fucked up it makes me choke. (Yeah)
You think you want to live this life? Well dog you really don’t
(You think you want to live this life? Well dog you really don’t)
Outro:
(Look at them)
Fuck it, That’s all I got
We out!
( Zack Kahn )
www.ChordsAZ.com