Delinquent Habits - My Life lyrics

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Delinquent Habits - My Life lyrics

You best believe I come around, I got a lot to say A lot of weed to puff with freaks that bring a little yey This is my life, I ? like every day It's fundamentally essentially the ? way I wake up with my green, I roll my green, we keep it going It's ? don't you keep it flowing You won't come down now pa**ed round sounds for downtown This night's so nice it got my head it going round round Like bows and arrows, pull my words and then release it slow Or maybe explode with a sudden bang and watch it go The vibe perpetual slow motion I let it show Tattooed neck to knuckle, high, that's how I roll [Chorus] My life, my honour, my pride, my anger, my laughter, my sorrow inside My life, it's my hate and my love My conscience, my soul, my push, and my shove My life, my honour, my pride, my anger, my laughter, my sorrow inside My life, it's my hate and my love My conscience, my soul, my push, and my shove [Verse 2] ? see this a heater yo And by now you know it's hard to be facing this at any flow Still playing with what I came with Precise, don't swing it aimless In Spanglish freestyle, Spanish and written English So here's another one I'm taking for y'all And I pour a little on the ground that's for the homies that's fallen Now can I get an amen from those with loced fronts From robbers, from those who refusing to carry guns From those legit who bust their a** for nothing but ones And for those who chose to live and stop at no drug once See my life is right here and it's on display It's prime time from LA living mine day to day [Chorus] [Verse 3] See gangster s**t go down daily on all corners Bullets flying if we're not to survive it like dive bombers Police be exercising control, they ride on us They pull their guns for nothing, they jump and fire on us See these ain't excuses for the life that I'm living But these police is giving jokers to the cards that I'm given I knew bullets and gun play could get at me one day But still I stand solid as hell and never run away Street chants, sober rants with them that'll make you dance Feeling happy to the sky flying off the ganga plants Last chance, here's your pa**, come on baby make it fast Feeling crazy, hold your breath, pa**ion that'll make it last [Chorus]

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