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I'ma talk that shit, why? 'Cause I'm alive 'til I die Hands in the sky 'cause I'm just so high Drink beers, why? 'Cause I'm alive 'til I die Life's too long, give the kids a couple years Get 'em high, why? 'Cause they're alive 'til they die They never gonna live if you never let 'em try Get 'em high, why? 'Cause you always tell 'em lies Fill up a cup of somethin' stupid, and we sip it 'til it's dry Redundant, rhetorical, rhymes metaphorical Carbon and borium, science is adorable When humans are babies, they're really just trainees Figure out the hustle so they don't seem lazy Crazy and desperate, lookin' upset Always let shit go 'til it turns to a mess It's fucked up and painful, them little things change you Chained to the common definition of an angel You never gonna make it, just accept it So you tryna live a life where you don't regret shit Movin' rocks to the top of a mountain, just to throw 'em back down And when you get knocked down, pull your ass back up, life's tough But that ain't no reason for cheatin', fake freedom, keepin' them heaters tucked In your tool belt, if you really wanna be rough Figure out how to squash pride, even a punch can give you jail time That's why I studied up How to live life between the lines 'til Armageddon comes If it does, scratch that verse, I will have guns Mad Max'in motherfuckers 'til the spaceship comes I'ma talk that shit, why? 'Cause I'm alive 'til I die Hands in the sky 'cause I'm just so high Drink beers, why? 'Cause I'm alive 'til I die Life's too long, give the kids a couple years Get 'em high, why? 'Cause they're alive 'til they die They never gonna live if you never let 'em try Get 'em high, why? 'Cause you always tell 'em lies Fill up a cup of somethin' stupid, and we sip it 'til it's dry When the sun goes down and the girlies get dressed up I'm dressed down with my homies, gettin' messed up Pregame, prefame, so we drink shit beer But I guarantee you gonna hear about us this year Six white boys tryna make noise With enough street cred that we could sleep with toys I'm not Mike D or Ad-Rock But while it's safe to bet we can be your hip-hopper Ugh, like my name is Frank White My guttural noises have got you sayin', that's tight I slap a hater like my name is Bob Knight And with a hand this big, you'll be sayin' goodnight Goodnight to the dicks, O'Reilly and Imus Hip-hop lives and you'll never outshine us Flip-flop kids, with our hookah's and binders Backstreet peeps and the D-boys like us That's a cool group, and we're a sweet team And if you really like us, you should join the street team All you gotta do is send me an e-mail With a poorly-drawn picture of a naked female, and you're in I'ma talk that shit, why? 'Cause I'm alive 'til I die Hands in the sky 'cause I'm just so high Drink beers, why? 'Cause I'm alive 'til I die Life's too long, give the kids a couple years Get 'em high, why? 'Cause they're alive 'til they die They never gonna live if you never let 'em try Get 'em high, why? 'Cause you always tell 'em lies Fill up a cup of somethin' stupid, and we sip it 'til it's dry Hip-hop is good, I'll Tupac your hood With "Thug Life" on my belly 'cause I signed with Suge Not really, but my feeling is I probably could 'Cause I could serve Snoop at rappin' and at fatherhood No disrespect meant, no disservice done Just nervous lip service from a disgruntled dunce I walk through the valley of the shadow of life Realized I gotta spit 'cause I'm really too nice Hidin' talent from the masses Reclusive Marshal Mathers is a sin But I'm an Atheist, so you can do the math Addition of the shit, and calculus might be a bitch If you master binary, then you're gonna be rich Control the fuckin' robots, master all the pop songs People in your pocket prayin' that you last long 2008, they been hidin' they faith When the real deal shows up, they'll hate on the fake Hypnotized too long by the loudest hammer The kick and the snare mesmerized like Obama The can-speak scares peeps like Osama Think without re-pub that we gon' get hammered It's all intertwined, and all on the line You can buy the used book and still read it just fine Politics is entertainment, the music is politics But it's all bullshit, so please don't follow it, come on I'ma talk that shit, why? 'Cause I'm alive 'til I die Hands in the sky 'cause I'm just so high Drink beers, why? 'Cause I'm alive 'til I die Life's too long, give the kids a couple years Get 'em high, why? 'Cause they're alive 'til they die They never gonna live if you never let 'em try Get 'em high, why? 'Cause you always tell 'em lies Fill up a cup of somethin' stupid, and we sip it 'til it's dry
Writer(s): Evan Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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