Intro:
Cmaj7DCmaj7D
Ayy, listen, letʼs roll somethin’ up.
Verse:
Cmaj7
Yeah, Iʼm tryna skate through life, so I been on my grind
Fifty-fifty chance Iʼll land on my feet, and that’s fine
Cmaj7
Life was always a gamble, so as long as I can readjust my bearings
Iʼll be good for these street rides, no street signs
Cmaj7D
Followed my heart to where the sun in the east rise
Cmaj7
Away from nights where all I could Do was eat fries
D
Always damned, bipolar if I rewind
Cmaj7
Foolish throwinʼ up middle fingers and a peace sign
Handlebars like I ride BMX
D
But I handle my emotions like I got PMS
Cmaj7
ʼCause growinʼ up there wasnʼt episodes on PBS
D
Explaininʼ how to raise the children that got PTS
Cmaj7
Not every life can be saved by the EMS
D
And thereʼs damage in my brain from these EMS
Cmaj7
God knows it’s been a rough ride like DMX
D
We still pull up twenty deep like we BMF
Cmaj7
Marriage ain’t the only promise you should keep ʼtil death
D
Loyalty is worth more than any degree of success
Cmaj7
Yes, I would trade in every single one of my checks
D
Before I stop reppin’ this city on my Mitchell & Ness
Chorus:
Cmaj7D
Uh, in the nighttime havinʼ daydreams like
Cmaj7
(Da-da-da-da-da)
D
Didnʼt have a lifeline, turninʼ eighteen like
Cmaj7
(Da-da-da-da-da)
D
Probably should’ve flatlined, but Iʼm still fine like
Cmaj7
(Da-da-da-da-da)
D
Even at the crash site, I can still fly like
(Da-da-da-da-da; yeah)
Verse:
Cmaj7
Summertimeʼs never really hit
D
Because Iʼve been workinʼ jobs since a little kid
Cmaj7
Always been too tall, my clothes couldnʼt fit
D
Closest Iʼve been to havinʼ dollars was listeninʼ to 50 Cent
Cmaj7
But with this pen, Iʼve killed many men
D
Iʼm tryna Go international from this minivan
Cmaj7
The A/C broke, but still, let me vent
D
Bought a keyboard to make beats, but spent the rent
Cmaj7
Forgot I had a blunt in my pocket, and now itʼs bent
D
Probably stuck between my gun and a ball of lint
Cmaj7
Wish I was a baller, but instead Iʼm on a bench
D
Stuck with memories of dad callinʼ mom a *****
Cmaj7
Common sense knows I wonʼt be an athlete
D
And no girls gonna want me with this acne
Cmaj7
Absorbinʼ negative vibes, Iʼm attractinʼ
D
Started rappinʼ, and all of a sudden got a rap sheet
Cmaj7
Last week in the cop car in the backseat
Watchinʼ a familiar face that I knew pass me
Cmaj7
Jealousy draininʼ my energy just like a gas leak
Cmaj7
Actinʼ like Iʼm Leo, if you all ask me, I Am Great Gatsby, yeah..
Chorus:
D
Uh, in the nighttime havinʼ daydreams like
Cmaj7
(Da-da-da-da-da)
D
Didnʼt have a lifeline, turninʼ eighteen like
Cmaj7
(Da-da-da-da-da)
D
Probably shouldʼve flatlined, but Iʼm still fine like
Cmaj7
(Da-da-da-da-da; uh)
D
Even at the crash site, I can still fly like (BNYX)
Outro:
Cmaj7DCmaj7
Uh, uh, keep goinʼ like da-da-da-da-da...
DCmaj7
Yeah, life sucks sometimes, **** it, da-da-da-da-da...
DCmaj7
Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep goinʼ like da-da-da-da-da...
D
Mm-mm
