C'est la vie C'est la vie
This feels like ave Maria
C'est la vie
This feels like ave Maria
Before I lay me down to sleep
Pray my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
What will I take to the grave
Debts I never paid
Confessions never made
Amen amen amen amen oh ya
How it could be so sinful
Slidin in that Avis boy we know you in that rental
How could I speak such blasphemy I know these drugs are bad for me
Rock star only half of me
Every night she coming back to me
Put her through some misery and agony insanity
No battery
My pictures on her vanity
Im really him reality
So naturally I flatter me
Got a gang gang gang mentality
Call a bitch to much profanity
Said bitch ass nigga right back to me
Had make up sex then I took it out on her
Leave it inside I aint take it out on her
Told me next morning im the certified owner
Step-in outside with the real big blower
I be with the real weed grower
Nigga you aint even know real weed smoker
Rolls Royce truck I don't need no chauffeur
Grandma died I still need closure
Before I lay me down to sleep
I roll a blunt and think
That if I die before I wake
Who gon show up to my wake
And what will await me when I reach heavens gates
Amen amen amen amen
Saving grace saving grace
This feels like ave Maria
Say less
The less I know the better
Blissful I feel blissful
Vvs a wristful
Vip the list full
Hitting them corners in the rental
Whip it like grand tourismo
I be living life unfearful
I was never like other people