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letra de this is my life - slaine

[intro]
me and matty trump
we smokin’ fatty blunts, had we gotten drunk we woulda stabbed you the f-ck up and put you in the back of the caddy trunk
haha, yeah, ladies and gentlemen
get your cocaine and your heroin
you’re in a situation that you can never win
you notice that right away
this is your world, this is your world
and this is my world…

[verse 1]
it’s like i’m walking by jesus, freaks in the cheapest sneaks
to the sounds of cell phones and beeper beeps
hot blocks with drug spots on the corner
gum white-out blunts, rolling marijuana
and i’m just trying to get by, running through the city
the same bums with me, with the rum sh-tty
f-ck the dum diddy, this society
i got my eyes on them because they’re eying me
and i hate the greedier likes to the media hype
’cause these are the skeeviest types
believe me, i can’t take it easy at night
i’m having dreams of the devil that ain’t leaving me right
i’m convinced i’m a prince, i glimpse at the blimps
the hookers and the rookies and the pimps with the limps
i’ve rinsed my hands of the newspaper prints
that hints at the filthiness of my environments
they’ve got tecs to squeeze and ecstasies
unmarked cars with detectives, “freeze!”
and you, you’re walking right next to these
f-cking raw dog ’til you get a s-x disease
[chorus]
yo this is my life, blurred city lights
got society eying me, is he right?
but this is your world, look at all the madness
do you have this in your sight? look around
this is my life, blurred city lights
got society eying me, is he right?
but this is your world, look at all the madness
do you have this in your sight? look around

[interlude]
yo, this is what we calling life
you shouldn’t have stepped in front of the alcoholic’s knife
you call it wrong
but this is what we calling right, right?

[verse 2]
ayo, money rules it all from lawyers to politics
high school b-tches who strip for scholarships
that gangster sh-t, swallow hollow tips
the game of life is played for thousand dollar chips
follow this, they call j-ps gooks, blacks spooks
whites crackers, so you grill whoever’s looking at you
villains in all colors, or forefathers
but why don’t you take a look where your heart is?
filled with more garbage, that’s why we sniff and get high
bullsh-ttin’, sitting underneath magnificent skies
so my lyrics are a sketch, you’re catching whiffs of the lies
and my breath’s a hundred proof, it reeks of the truth
i speak to the youth, take leaks in the booth
p-ss warm with the sh-t storm, the speakers are blew
look around what society is teaching to you
what you ain’t doing dirt? you got your feet in it too
[chorus]
yo this is my life, blurred city lights
got society eying me, is he right?
but this is your world, look at all the madness
do you have this in your sight? look around
this is my life, blurred city lights
got society eying me, is he right?
but this is your world, look at all the madness
do you have this in your sight? look around

- slaine

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