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spacelab recordings - i wanna live lyrics

(verse 1 – jake palumbo)

i wanna live, to be an astronaut
graduated sp-ce camp with straight-a’s in crafting rocks
got it from my pops, he was an engineer at magnavox
now i engineer the sounds found in small-town parking lots
that’s why i laugh in your face, you say my album flop?
my rent gets paid off of hip-hop gwap
i’ve basically made it, but i’m basically jaded
to all the ways they try to play you like an inmate, i hate it
i stay clinching my fists, till i got white knucks
my dad’s dead, my mama starving, homie – life sucks
my friends trapped in the trap, cause selling white sucks
been white all my life, i never seen these “white bucks”
i sold weed for one year, i sold c0ke for one week
youngn’s trading in their scholarship for two bags of leak
my uncle facing fed time, wanna help but ain’t able to
he’s 55, and mentally handicapable
you think that you’re producers with fruity loops & ableton
never pressed up a record, whatcha bringing to the table then?
you’re 22, no clue what grinding years is
i will beat the definition of what blood, sweat, and tears is, b-tch

(chorus)

i wanna live
i wanna live my life
i wanna live
i wanna live my life

(verse 2 – ed ward)

all eyes on me, 2pac show
oops i meant to say truman show
it’s privacy when the lights is low
gotta look good for the life we chose
i wanna live now & die next week
can’t die now cause my life’s too cheap
overnight star, might take that leap
fame staircase, and it look too steep
in too deep, & i might just drown
the skyline’s & i can’t look down
made my bed, & i can’t die now
don’t take sh-t so i don’t lie down
i wanna shine like a star would do
spit me a bar, get a car or two
my credit score is too horrible
i love this rap sh-t, sorry boo
wanna live life inside the stu
sorry, there’s not time for you
i do this here, don’t kinda-do
no lies here, i’m all kinds of truth
name in lights, till the lights are blue
see the spotlight has a chosen few
be the man, be like the man
learn the game to beat the scam
success will make a lonely man
money can’t control you, fam
i just wanted us to smoke
smoke so good my lungs will choke
live right now, all she wrote
sober up, and i need to float
chop me down, screw the hope
can’t stop now, i’m way too close

(repeat chorus)

(verse 3 – c-zar van gogh)

whatcha gonna do when the cops come & they pop some
you’re the wrong one, it’s not fun
hit you in the leg, hit you in the chest
that’s where the blood won’t stop coming out from
you cannot run, you cannot hide
you ain’t got wings, you cannot fly
laying there, not dry & you c-ck-eyed
shots fired, justified in the cops eyes
but what if you died knowing that you fully lived your life out
if not, what your life bout?
like right now i ain’t iced out
but i’m shining on em
tombstone gonna say every single day that the good lord sent
i was grinding on ’em
pole position baby girl, just climb up on it
special ed, with a “c” in front
y’all n—-s gotta honor roll me
life’s a b-tch but my alimony
her sister’s death, is h-lla on me
but i f—-d ’em both, b-tt to throat
pillow talking, cigarillo sparking
but i’m up to no good, remy martin
in my friend’s apartment with a big revolver
and i’m loaded
i’m livid
i’m loathing
i’m living
i’m soaking in my sins, i’m just hoping he forgives me
i sold weed to smoke cheeba
sold white for good reasons
f-ck lowry’s, f-ck goya
this right here some good seasoning

(repeat chorus)

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