La vida loca

Chorus:

Smoked up, fucked up, waste the fucking check
Get your luck up, I want my respect
La vida loca, ain’t know what it meant
Got smoked up, fucked up, la vida loca (x2)

Verse 1:

Ain’t it crazy, girls I know are having babies
Bitch I’m wavy, not one problem, fuck you, pay me
This shit ain’t escapism, I live with hate, it flavors us
Drink til my registration bust, fuck a DUI
Hard tequilas, margaritas, smoking good, I’m a leader
Wish he would cuz I’m a beater, fuck my old girl, I don’t need her
Don’t need no pushback, speech slurry, I’m fine
Eyesight blurry, I don’t need fucking sunshine

Chorus:

Smoked up, fucked up, waste the fucking check
Get your luck up, I want my respect
La vida loca, ain’t know what it meant
Got smoked up, fuckеd up, la vida loca (x2)

Verse 2:

Self awarе place, spiral staircase
Wander 1am for salsa verde
Karaoke at my real space
Temperatures like this could kill me
I’m immortal, every tape’s a portal to what might be
Chatting up these women when they don’t even like me
They just want a fucking song about em
You won’t get a fucking song about you
Bitch

Chorus:

Smoked up, fucked up, waste the fucking check
Get your luck up, I want my respect
La vida loca, ain’t know what it meant
Got smoked up, fucked up, la vida loca