There we go, we go I think we're live it
[Verse 1: All alone, my phone Back in the zone, been home but gone Prioritizing life in case I do not live And finally found some time to sit down and pen this Might as well try to you how I feel when I feel And not just when it's time to pay some bills, life is You can miss it everyday, trying to get a pay the page with some change Try to feel a change on my mind I be thinking about the but shines everyday but hey What can I This is California where the phoneys run up on you Cause they want you to be just like I'm on the 'bout to get a swisher from the liquor store Twist the dro, sit at home, pen a a chick, get some dome Play my shit, when I nobody knows my mental like me Open my window let you get a peep, peep My life is simple, yo they the shit is deep. Sheep Be sleeping on me I finally got some sheets. Please That's for wifey not hoes that want to ride me Cause they like me when I'm the beat "To each his own", niggas say. They gripping Splitting domes in they song, I just feel I'm a poem
I can't believe think it's (Vanity) Even my peeps say (Vanity) (They it Vanity) because I'd rather eat in peace My life's been a bitch like this named(Vanity) (They it Vanity) Sitting on my own dick is (Vanity) And I'm gone, "home sick" is just (Vanity)
2: Blu]
All Back in the zone. No, wifey at Been home but boned though a few dollars to her Told her get her comb out my Turn a to a spliff and lift my dome in the air Above clouds where the rain falls all my home Like, pain paint balls it what you want Niggas cause my faith strong All I know is no one knows the places that I've Or faces that I've cry, seen laugh, seen die Seen eyes my life in all of them Seen signs of falling but I caught Will in my wings, halo, I'll haul To like a new black pope a debate I am when I want to be And flow I'm on the beat I stroke when I want to; to skeet the streets They will fuck you if you "Keep enemies and homies on the ropes When supposed to be close" Poppa told me. And the few know showed me the ropes Hanging on to be happy, whether lavish or lean I've seen enough to a boy die nappy Now a man on a for the God that I am But actually I'd be me
Is (Vanity)? My poppa me it was (Vanity) My old lady it's (Vanity)
Because I'd be all by myself Instead of with the crowd If I don't care to be part of gaiety often say to me, "Don't be so proud." But how are to know? I'm high and low For love that to be my own...