Ed Ward - I Wanna Live lyrics

(Verse 1 - Jake Palumbo) I wanna live, to be an astronaut Graduated Space Camp with straight-A's in crafting rocks Got it from my pops, he was an engineer at Magnavox Now I engineer the sounds found in small-town parking lots That's why I laugh in your face, you say my album flop? MY RENT GETS PAID OFF OF HIP-HOP GWAP I've basically made it, but I'm basically jaded To all the ways they try to play you like an inmate, I hate it I stay clinching my fists, till I got white knucks My Dad's dead, my Mama starving, homie - life s**s My friends trapped in the Trap, cause selling white s**s Been White all my life, I never seen these "White bucks" I sold weed for one year, I sold coke for one week Youngn's trading in their scholarship for two bags of leak My uncle facing Fed time, wanna help but ain't able to He's 55, and mentally handicapable You think that you're producers with Fruity Loops & Ableton Never pressed up a record, whatcha bringing to the table then? You're 22, no clue what grinding years is I will beat the definition of what blood, sweat, and tears is, b**h (CHORUS) I Wanna Live I Wanna Live My Life I Wanna Live I Wanna Live My Life (Verse 2 - Ed Ward) All eyes on me, 2Pac show Oops I meant to say Truman Show It's privacy when the lights is low Gotta look good for the life we chose I wanna live now & die next week Can't die now cause my life's too cheap Overnight star, might take that leap Fame staircase, and it look too steep In too deep, & I might just drown The skyline's & I can't look down Made my bed, & I can't die now Don't take sh** so I don't lie down I wanna shine like a star would do Spit me a bar, get a car or two My credit score is too horrible I love this rap sh**, sorry boo Wanna live life inside the stu Sorry, there's not time for you I do this here, don't kinda-do No lies here, I'm all kinds of truth Name in lights, till the lights are blue See the spotlight has a chosen few Be the man, be like the man Learn the game to beat the scam Success will make a lonely man Money can't control you, fam I just wanted us to smoke Smoke so good my lungs will choke Live right now, all she wrote Sober up, and I need to float Chop me down, screw the hope Can't stop now, I'm way too close (REPEAT CHORUS) (Verse 3 - C-Zar Van Gogh) Whatcha gonna do when the cops come & they pop some You're the wrong one, it's not fun Hit you in the leg, hit you in the chest That's where the blood won't stop coming out from You cannot run, you cannot hide You ain't got wings, you cannot fly Laying there, not dry & you co*k-eyed Shots fired, justified in the cops eyes But what if you died knowing that you fully lived your life out If not, what your life bout? Like right now I ain't iced out But I'm shining on em Tombstone gonna say every single day that the good Lord sent I was grinding on 'em Pole position baby girl, just climb up on it Special Ed, with a "C" in front Y'all n****s gotta Honor Roll me Life's a b**h but my alimony Her sister's d**h, is hella on me But I f****d 'em both, bu*t to throat Pillow talking, cigarillo sparking But I'm up to no good, Remy Martin In my friend's apartment with a big revolver And I'm loaded I'm livid I'm loathing I'm living I'm soaking in my sins, I'm just hoping he forgives me I sold weed to smoke cheeba Sold white for good reasons f** Lowry's, f** Goya This right here some good seasoning (REPEAT CHORUS)