This is the life, bitches and Nikes Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury And all the bad bitches fuck with me And them pussy-ass niggas don't want none of me Sports cars in the front yard Dream big and we live large Listenin' to Cameo, smokin' on the

Anything that has a shape will crumble away, disappear We belong to the circle life of all creation We crawl, deny ourselves, refuse this evidence That we project our greatest fears on death and forget our power I want to live my life in close touch with

We never learn do we So I want to live in a wooden house I want to live life And live my life And have friends around We never change do we Where making more friends would be easy Never be cruel Be good to you

I want a perfect child To live a perfect life in this world And though my heart tells me this could never be I see it all so perfectly They say when we have children It changes how we live Changes our direction From take to give

(I can't stop loving you) (I can't stop wanting you) It's useless to say I've made up my mind To live in memory of the lonesome times So I'll just live my life in dreams of yesterday (Dreams of yesterday) Those happy hours that we once knew Though long

And mountains Oh mountains o' things The life I've always wanted I guess I'll never have I'll be working for somebody else Until I'm in my grave I'll be dreaming of a live of ease To have a big expensive car Drag my furs on the ground And have a maid

I guess a bottle can't save my life I guess a bottle can't tame my mind I found my vice I found my vice It lives in a bottle and wants me to die This is my reward, a barely beating heart But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself My hands are in

I just want to live while I'm alive (It's my life) It's my life I ain't gonna live forever My heart is like an open highway Like Frankie said I did it my way And it's now or never This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for the

I can't stop lovin' you To live in memory Of old lonesome times I can't stop wantin' you So I'll just live my life So I've made up my mind It's useless to say In dreams of yesterday Those happy hours That we once knew

What does it take to be a man? What does it take to see It's all heart and soul A gentle hand So easy to want and so hard to give How can you be a man 'Til you see beyond the life you live? Oh, what does it take to be a man? We can be blind, but a man