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letra de lifestyles (intro) - madic

[verse]
from minneapolis born and raised the kid is here
been a long year but i’m handling my business, yeah
i need a minute here, ahem
okay let’s get it in now that i’m finished and my phlegm is clear
life can be roller coaster
so i’m holding close the bars hoping it don’t throw me over
i swear i must have gave my self a full grown ulcer
’cause i been up stressing, shaking like a holy ghoster
i’m talking sallie mae, i’m talking late bills
i’m talking landlord breathing down my nape still
i’m talking broken homes and exes
learned the hard the way that what best is to face the world alone
crashed the u-haul when moving out
thought i’d move to queens but the landlord a b-tch, i had to do without
right before we signed the lease he threw it out
next thing i thing i know i’m homeless looking for the newest couch
i got a new spot, roommate stopped paying rent
straight disappeared and flew off
fights with old friends, life with no ends
nights with no light, drifts of cold wind
plus my pal from high school he p-ssed away
why the good gotta die, i question what the pastor say
despite my accolades from my graduation day
still working a sh-tty job to p-ss them days
but now i’m moving on, i’m in a different zone
mind on grinding, tryna’ see my vision grown
and if ain’t staying awake to scribble poems
i’m prolly blowing o’s while i’m getting thrown
looking for chicks to bone
maybe if i spit this written yo she gon’ dig me and i’ll bring her home
feel like i’m getting old
life got me so distracted that for rapping, well, i feel i might forget to blow
but i’m living though, getting stoned
hit my phone if you wanna ball with single digit dough
we ain’t got them bigger rolls but we hunger now
lifestyles of the almost broke, completely underground
looking at the thunder clouds tryna’ read the weather
for any signs that me fame are meant to be together
me and my pen we used a ouija board and it spelled
“jonathan, you know what to do, the f-ck you need me for?”
so now i’m cooking food for thought for your beats cans
each jam laying down the law like a policeman
‘till any doubters rest in peace and
i know i may never see success, but can’t i reach, d-mn
head in the clouds like i fell out a leer
’cause i been stressing hitting cess until my melon is clear
the say the gr-ss is greener and fellow can peer
so here’s to new beginnings and a h-ll of a year

- madic

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