Skizzy Mars - Way I Live lyrics

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Ft. Jame's Ryan

(Intro)

We just tight, we just tight

(Verse: Skizzy Mars)

Lifestyles of the broke and famous

Tryin' to figure out what my goals and aims is

Goin' down a road that I know is tainted

She rarely give it up but she knows I'm anxious

So impatient when it comes to whiskey, and if I die young then I hope they miss me

Well, god forbid that

Bumpin' Big L, smokin' a big L, the shit we talk we live that

I'm still young, I'm still dumb can ya fo'give that

One day I'll grow up, I'll get it intact

I got a girl that knows erry single lyric

She love the way I talk, she love my syntax

They say that music's in a crisis but it's been whack

So I listen to The Killers and kill these niggas

And I bet I'll regret this in a decade but..

(Hook)

This is the way I live, young boy still pushing big whips

Get money lay low and chill, so trill, she so ill, she so real

I'mma do what I feel, this is the way I live, this is the way I live

(Verse 2: Skizzy Mars)

Three years later now I'm big boy status

Name semi-known but we don't act average

Could have went to school but I followed a passion

I'm a New York rapper and I'm one of the baddest

Crib so lavish, I'd be good wit a bad bitch

If ya meet my homies ya would think they're savage

Had her fo' a reason man it wasn't an accident

Wit some French girls and they all got accents

Show in New York and they all got passes

Bouncer at the do' and we all got past him

Look, Yo I'm Skizzy Mars might not be aware

Of who I am but you'll know who we are, I'm just askin'

Can ya hang, girl? Can ya keep up with my words and my slang girl?

And I can't lie nothin' is the same girl

Cuz tonight you'll be entertained girl

(Hook)

This is the way I live, young boy still pushing big whips

Get money lay low and chill, so trill, she so ill, she so real

I'mma do what I feel, this is the way I live, this is the way I live

(Verse 3: Skizzy Mars)

Penthouse how I live, erryday

Man these niggas can't see me like pepper spray

It's the way I live, real gudda mane

Known fo' doin' gudda things, all the girls love me mane

Smoke cigs in the club cuz the bouncers know me

Skip the line at the club, doorman's the hommie

Her bra wit her number on stage, she throw me

I'm somewhere in New York tryin to keep shit lowkey

I pop a couple pills, she pop a couple pills too

Who am I to judge, I don't know what she been thru

In the Hamptons somewhere residential

Gettin' head in the office like I'm presidential

Whatchu' wanna know, let the ninth floor

Started on the couch, ended on the floor

Had to light incense, she don't like smoke, but

(Hook)

This is the way I live, young boy still pushing big whips

Get money lay low and chill, so trill, she so ill, she so real

I'mma do what I feel, this is the way I live, this is the way I live

(Outro)

Doesn't always wanna look, it's like I saw you the otha day

You were smokin' (allegedly)

On stage (yeah, I was smokin' pot, yeah)

You know ya neva change yo weed smokin' habits still

Avoid jail, maybe avoid the police

(Aw, man, I go all the way with it)

(I figure I talk about it and I stand up for it)

(I might as well be willin' to show people what I'm all about)

(Instead of like doin' it 90%)

Thanks to Areg ( the Volkswagen model) for correcting these lyrics