SLAINE - Slaine Iz Like lyrics

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Yo, lots of impossible things happened to him

Who hasn't forgotten his dreams

Even though he hangs with the rottenest fiends

Who keep heaters on the waistline

Right behind the pockets of jeans and vodka to drink

And I am not obscene just to be obscene

What I say is what I mean, I mean I am just being me

And you gotta live with that cause that is all I can be

Man I wish on every star I see

Till I'm adios, ghost gone and laid down, the RIP

With any sick track and sold song on my CD

I gotta look back, it's so long as far I see

Seen mommas covered in love, later mobbed with grief

Seen times smothered in drugs I could hardly eat

My later teen years I fell down in part of the streets

In my 20's I became something that's harder to beat

Man this lifestyle's taking sanity out of me

My friends are dead or locked up, strung out and hopped up

Hopping out of trucks jammed watching for cops' cuffs

This is not plush living, this is living from adrenaline rush

Definitions of a feeling that you never can trust

Love, lust, crush, pain with the heroin flush

If the lust is what the devil is peddling us isn't heavy enough

I'm unemployed, can't drive, and my Chevy is fucked

Yo, I guess you live, you learn, you play the game

You change from your struggle, never stay the same

Man I spit fire with halos, Heaven and Hell

S-l-a-I-n-e is the letters that spell Slaine