Life Is Death Is (So Damn Good)

[Intro]
(Argh)
Life is not short, life is fucking long
A lot happens
Try to make the best of it

[Verse 1]
Life is, nothing but pain and crisis, and little bitty slices, of death and trying to gauge the depth of how deep the black ice is
There's a hammer in my fist, as I write this, righteous, verse and, lyrics of lifeless person, spirit turns to ices
And it rises
Deified, these words should be inscribed into the horizons
And the bleeding skies, as the Mayans
Countin’ 365 on a calendar stone with a mask in the middle
As I'm sippin’ on a flask of a little goat blood that the kid'll soak up, during sacrifices
Fuck who you think raps the nicest
These are songs that I'm saving lives with
Dryin’ eyelids
Providin’ my kids
With a vibe that's timeless
And a time that's vibrance is so hard to find that you might need Tpyhon Hydra
Man, I got goals and aspirations but I don't have dreams

[Chorus]
Cause dreams are just your memories bein’ organized and processed
And when you're asleep you can’t make progress, on your conquest
During the onset of REM sleep they say beauty is skin deep
Man, beauty ain’t skin deep
Beauty is just skin—cheap
Little clichès and platitudes
Get a mean face, get an attitude
Get a gun, get a horse, get a nice pair of boots, get a clean shave and a saddle too
And ride up outta town, try to find the sun and get so high you die as it comes down, if they like you, you’ll be found

I can’t accelerate the time, bloody hell is on my mind, but at least I’m feeling so damn good
And in my life man everything is grey, even death might come today, but at least I’m feeling so damn good
It’s strange I can’t accelerate the time, bloody hell is on my mind, but at least I'm feeling so damn good
And in my life man everything is grey, even death might come today, but at least I’m feeling so damn good
(Rawgh)

[Verse 2]
Death is
The day they find you breathless
Left with
No comprehension of the day you once thought life was precious
Now press this
Pen to the page and write your death wish
A’ight… done
Gotta look away cause I'm blinded by the white sun, by the white sun
I’m sick of all the fame
It’s like a ball and chain
And I ain’t calling names, but I met a couple celebrities recently and fuck if they ain't all insane
Every single one of them they all inane
I don’t got a mansion they call me lame
They call and ask if I can get ’em a ball of cane
And when I tell them hell no they never call again
Because that’s not me
I give a fuck about the damn paparazzi
I don't ever want to meet ’em man
I don't wanna compromise my sound, don’t care if that means that I'm never gonna be the man
All you little juvenile motherfuckers you can run around trying to be the king of rap
And I’mma be the best husband, and be the best father to my little boy, little boy, tell me what you think of that
Pro’lly think it's whack
You’d rather just have money and clothes
Nothin’ really matters like that
As long as you get to stunt on these hoes
But you're stuntin' your growth
I wanna just bloody your nose
Damn, stop numbing your soul
Try to have a little fucking control
But you can’t cause I'm here
Holy god, motherfuckin’ damn it's my year
I'm in your mouth like a can of light beer
Keeping count of the planet's lightyears
Workin' in these boots and old ass jeans, see I got goals and aspirations but I don't have dreams

[Chorus]
Cause dreams are just your memories bein’ organized and processed
And when you're asleep you can’t make progress, on your conquest
During the onset of REM sleep they say beauty is skin deep
Man beauty ain’t skin deep, beauty is just skin—and it’s fucking cheap!

I can’t accelerate the time, bloody hell is on my mind, but at least I’m feeling so damn good
And in my life man everything is grey, even death might come today, but at least I’m feeling so damn good
I say I can’t accelerate the time, bloody hell is on my mind, but at least I’m feeling so damn good
And in my life man everything is grey, even death might come today, but at least I’m feeling so damn good, so damn good