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feat. Wiley |
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[Chorus:] |
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I'm loving every minute |
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Loving every minute of this life |
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I feel so alive |
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I feel so alive |
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[Verse 1:] |
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Put the flag in the sign |
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Toast of my achievement |
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I'm turning on the music frequent |
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So far so good with the numbers and actions |
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Looking at the figures eastern |
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Within a hundred 40k in a week |
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That's the kind of form I was seekin |
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Bad luck for songs I Was leaking |
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Now when I eat tell 'em all what I'm peeking |
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Done the under crown battle and beefing |
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Burn rays didn't get paid that's free chip |
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Now I have a tone and the roads look teeth in |
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Until I thank God that I been here |
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I ain't given up till I get there |
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On a beat 2 children and a dead chair |
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Came back made it I sat down I'm still Wiley |
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But I got kids now |
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[Chorus x2:] |
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I'm loving every minute |
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Loving every minute of this life |
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I feel so alive |
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I feel so alive |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Always on the grind no breaks in the 'lac |
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LA in a dash, pumpin that bass in the back |
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Lean back, can't believe where we at |
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Just yesterday, slanging cd's like crack on the streets like rats |
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Now rats wanna buy my cheese all good, you can eat the jag |
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I'm bumping my own shit |
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I still can't believe it |
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Been winning so hard |
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My stripes is bleeding my adidas |
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I'm living all out and I want you to feel it |
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From the paper to the speakers |
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To my prayers, Thank You, Jesus. |
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[Chorus x2:] |
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I'm loving every minute |
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Loving every minute of this life |
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I feel so alive |
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I feel so alive |
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[Verse 3:] |
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Round the world then back again |
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More hits more chicks no accidents |
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You absent, no access |
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Here to speak as bleed when I might check |
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Mic check 1, 2 |
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I bless the beat hot too |
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As uncle Snoop he was there too |
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On a world tour, where were you? |
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Every day I'm trucking promise I won't stop for nothing |
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My heart beat here like percussion |
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But I love it all or nothing |
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Poppin' dish with the wakers |
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See I went in with the Lakers |
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Put my dreams down a paper |
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But paper bring out the haters |
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[Chorus x2:] |
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I'm loving every minute |
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Loving every minute of this life |
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I feel so alive |
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I feel so alive |