Chase Bankz - Life Lyrics

Thinkin' up the verse while I pen it
Then I look up from my notebook
Through these tinted lens
Don't remember when there was a time
I didn't have my flow
Cause to me it's something natural
Like how the grass grows
Movin' quite slow in my zapatos
Blowin' on this dro
Just to keep me thinkin' rational
Man
That's how it goes when you go
Whichever way the wind blows
Uh huh, yeah
You could spend your whole lifetime
Searchin' for soul
But you know I done found mine
Writing rhymes, eyes low
Hold on, one minute
But a lot like life the beat don't stop
It'll just keep spinnin'
It'll just keep spinnin'
And just when you think that life's a game
And you can win it
The reaper comes a callin'
And you gotta go with him
You just gotta go with him
You just gotta go with him

I brush the dirt up off my shoulder
Another year I'm getting older
The winters are getting colder
And the summers are shorter
Everyday is a struggle to find some sense of order
In this chaos, so I just sit back
And play Nas
Bob my head, close my eyes
To the rhythm, rolling papers
Getting down up on my knees
And thankin' god for what he gave us
By the pale moonlight, in the night
Inhaling vapors, everything's alright
Come ignite my fire baby
Citing Morrison the door's have been opened
In the florescent light
Choking on the smoke from the pope
Toking a holy pipe
Fuck up a stereotype
The fruit that I'm pickin' is ripe
Y'all know I'm right
Y'all know I'm right
Y'all know I'm right

Cigarettes and sex
Were what I once considered success
In a time where no concept to progress
Ever existed, don't get it twisted
I was trying my best
To invent a better future
With a nice financial nest
And I'd cop a cool lady
Who ain't crazy and stressed
And invest in a house where I can smoke la cess
And relax
Just pass
All of that negative shit to the right
It's just life

Rappin' is a lot like drugs to me
Brain is the dealer
Mouth is the sleek machine
To get my shit to me
I stand out on the street corner ready to pay
My blood is the currency
But the price is raised
So I reach in my chest with a knife filet my heart
Above the page, start to feel the rage
So I grip a little harder till I feel it cavin' in
Squeeze till' it's dry and there's none to spend
Reach in my kit and grab my favorite pen
I do line after line till' I start to spin
When I run outta words I gotta bleed again
I'm not alone cause we all addicted
Burn spare time finding friends to spit with
Fingertips sizzle on the tip of a lit wick
Fuck the cool kids man, it's us you should sit with