It's a good life Yeah we all have had those dreams Of the sun, and the sea and an island Where you switch off It's a good life for me Too much information People drowning in receipts Some days you wanna just chuck it all Try your luck and hit the streets

Yeah, yeah, yeah Otra cuidad, otra vida, otra, otra cuidad, ah, oh, oh, oh Pretty face tryna chase the train And I could look the other way but it still won't erase the pain And I pray that she stay the same, amazing grace Just another reflection in the

For everyone of us A Gotham City A city of justice, a city of love, a city of peace We all need it, can't live without it A Gotham City, oh yeah Gotham City, oh yeah City of justice, city of love, city of peace (Everybody needs Gotham City) (Don't you

Yeah, when I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?" Big Bun B, but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it and screw that You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!) Motherfuckers need to get off the dick,

Yeah, I'm gonna do it again! Sick of my life. I'm tired of everything in my life. Paralyzed. Nothing's getting through to me. Hypnotized from all my surroundings. I want to be something I could never be. I want to say things that I could never say.

It's a beautiful world Yeah, it's a beautiful world All the noise and the voices are screamin' What they have to say And the headlines and sound bytes are givin' me Demons to hate And the man on TV He tells me it's ugly But if you ask me

Bring your sweet loving Bring it on home to me Oh, you better bring it to me Yeah, yeah, yeah If you ever Change your mind About leaving Leaving me behind You know I laughed

Yeah yeah and it's okay I tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way Yeah yeah and I'm alright I took a sip of something poison but I'll hold on tight I took a sip of something poison, a sip of something poison Sometimes life it takes you by the

Get your money, black man (black man) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away Don't catch you slippin' up Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody You go tell somebody Girl, you got me dancin' (yeah, girl, you got me dancin') Look what I'm

American you know I had to cop that foreign After we leave girl, you know where you going Straight to the 'tel, you ain't leaving 'till the morning Same old thing, yeah you know that shit's boring (that shit's boring) I know it's never boring American