[ Intro: Blu] Yeah, [laughs] this is the story Of wealth, cash, whips, chips, bitches and blunts Must be the good life right? Check this yo. [ Verse 1: Blu] I got a call from my girl last week She telling me about that time of the month and how it may not come Dropped the phone right before she said I might have a son And I started asking God how come I got dreams I ain't reached yet – ends that ain't meet yet When it comes to being a man, shit I'm barely getting my feet wet Trying to hit reset knee deep in debt Trying to figure out how to feed a mouth that ain't got teeth yet How the hell am I gonna show a child to be a man When I'm twenty-two without a clue on how to take a stand Against this system when it's just us, Wanna show 'em justice But last year I was just in cuffs What the fuck am I supposed to do when he's telling me ' Dad I need some food'? I'm looking down at my stomach and mine is grumbling too What can I tell him when he's twenty-two And he's asking me what the fuck I was thinking when mommy's tummy grew? Was I scared, was I getting prepared? Or did I even think of leaving her without a father's care? Should I tell him that it's hell here and life ain't fair? Or should I try to make a change when he's pulling on my leg? (show Me)and he keeps on telling me to [ Hook:] Show me. show me the good life [x4] [ Verse 2:] Won't somebody show me there's a few things my poppa never told me Maybe cause the stone still rolling no remorse yet It's a few things my momma never told me to mold me But her soul is so golden the way she flossing And I ain't mad at their secrets though It's a hard sell to tell a young child about your deepest low But I don seen through the weakness so I understand a little bit on how the defeat [? ] You so, far down that you [? ] grow And everyday gets colder when the breezes blow Grand momma sat me down and said, 'you need to know Boy you a.
Man, I'm looking for the good life Something that you can't imagine It's something you don't know Man, I'm looking for the good life Baby girl, I got a ticket, do you wanna go? Swelly, swelly, swelly, swelly, swelly, swelly, swelly I call And we could have a good night Show me that you got some good sense Show me what you know Make your trunk go Make your make your trunk go Make, make, make, make, make, make your trunk go Man, I gotta be fresh and I gotta be ill We locate from the jungle where it's killed or be killed And I'ma get mine, don't care how you feel In an artificial world where nothing is real We searching for wild for something that's greater And hopefully I'll make it there sooner or later Remember I was younger and I didn't have a thing And then I had a dream they call Martin Luther King I'm swelly on top for the world it seems Cash rules everything around me, get C. R. E. A. M. Good morning, to my haters all I say is good night They ask me what I'm looking for, I need a good life Man, I'm looking for the good life Something that you can't imagine It's something you don't know Man I'm looking for the good life Baby girl I got a ticket, do you wanna go? Swelly, swelly, swelly, swelly, swelly, swelly, swelly I call And we could have a good night Show me that you got some good sense Show me what you know Make your trunk go Make your make your trunk go Make, make, make, make, make, make your trunk go I bet you know now if you didn't know then I step into the booth and it's time to go in And P got the bass, turned up the low end And this is that soul for the big oh ten I never thought that I would be a man in the game I brush off my shirt where there used to be a stain I came a long way where I wasn't so fly Made music like Kweli just to get by I never had a job, but that couldn't stop him ' Cause now I get paid and I never clock in And I will never stumble, fall or take a.
i noticed this track wasn't posted yet so i decided to post it. it's a simple video because the song is what you should focus on. enjoy. listen to the story.
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