I'm on a plain I I can't complain Love myself Better than you I I know it's wrong So what should I I do? I'll start this off Without any words I I got so high that

I'ma gonna show the way. Eighteen, balding, star Golden, fallen heart I'll be the one to show you the way You'll be the one to always complain Three in the morning, come a-bang-bang-bang All out of fags and I I just can't wait Cancel the thing that I I said

Not the same since my younger days, so far I I came Feel my pain 'til I I can't complain, 'cause I'ma slide for a minute Till I I rise in the business, make a billion show my niggas what up In this life, middle fingers up I I dont fuck with a 9 to 5 I I keep it

I'm on a plain I I can't complain Love myself Better than you I I know it's wrong So what should I I do? I'll start this off Without any words I I got so high that

Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain Moonlight makes me dizzy Sunlight makes me clean Your light is the sweetest thing That this boy has ever seen I I got a friend in Fremont He sells used cars, ya know Well, he calls me up twice a year Just ask me how'd

And start all over I'm gonna start all over Out of the fire and into the fire again You make me want to forget Here it comes straight out of my mind or worse Another chance to get burned It's so easy You disrupt me Can't complain

I'm living the good life a toast to you now I I can't complain (I can't complain) It's all sham pain (it's all sham pain) All in all it's a good life I I got what I I want I I never cared about the money never really needed fame You think it would've changed me,

Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great I I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I I sold 'em, ran them bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit Whole lot of ones

Living life, Life in the fast lane, Not that bad, No, we can't complain, Who's to say, That we won't keep it real, Hold on tight, Don't you dare let go, Now's the time

I'ma gonna show the way. Eighteen, balding, star Golden, fallen heart I'll be the one to show you the way You'll be the one to always complain Three in the morning, come a-bang-bang-bang All out of fags and I I just can't wait Cancel the thing that I I said