Tommy Ill - Song 2 lyrics

[Intro: Tommy Ill] Doo doo doo doo doo doo Bwa bwa bwa Tommy Ill s**s (Ha-Ha) One-0-one-0-one-0-one-0-one-0-one-0-one-0-one-0-one-0-one-0 One-two One-two One-two One, Two [Hook: Tommy] We gonna live like kings We gonna live like kings Broke until we paid Then we live like kings Wait until tomorrow then we live like kings I might beg steal and borrow till we live like kings I wanna, own some things Wanna own some things I want to, own some things Like clothes and rings Spend all of my money till I'm broke again Broke until I paid Then we live like kings [Verse 1: Tommy Ill] Uh, Call me mister Millionaire It's Ironic, I'm f**ed up of the cheapest Gin and Tonic, I'm Drinking mountain dew While I down the booze Tommy you're a bad man Ain't nobody proud of you Yeah I know that so That's why I wrote Some more raps To show that I'm in the moment, Kodak And oh snap he f**ed up What the f**s up 50 on some whiskey For a hickey or a bu*t touch Shifty getting tricky with the feelings and the love stuff Spinning getting dizzy Maybe tripping on some somesuch It's dumb luck I'm what What the f**s he on about I'm pa**ed out in the pond in your parents house Apparently you're 'pearing like a specter wit'cha whereabouts I'm the devil Heavy metal that you read about Sippin' liquid on the couch Spittin' venom out my mouth Bleary blacking out Wearied about my bank account [Hook: Tommy Ill] We gonna live like kings We gonna live like kings Broke until we paid Then we live like kings Wait until tomorrow then we live like kings I might beg steal and borrow till we live like kings I wanna own some things Wanna own some things I want to, own some things Like clothes and rings Spend all of my money till I'm broke again Broke until I paid Then we live like kings [Verse 2: Tommy Ill] Started from the bottom, now we still here Hoping that I don't get rich Or at least I don't get k**ed here Came to cause trouble Burst bubbles Spill beer Pop a couple pills Maybe chill up in my wheelchair Aww yeah The dickhead is back And he's swift with his axe He'd a split 30 caps (?) Just a big kid that raps And he's sick on the tracks Don't turn your backs He might piss in your hats See my head is so vacant That I am complacent And we ain't yet made it And we ain't so famous I'm wasted and naked And pissed off, so save it Just pay me my paper And I'm out like later Peace man, he's gone He's on the f**ing road again Pissing out his demons Pouring whiskey down his throat again Focusing on hoping Hoping that nobody noticing Broken bloated smoke Floating from his broken grin [Hook: Tommy Ill] We gonna live like kings We gonna live like kings Broke until we paid Then we live like kings Wait until tomorrow then we live like kings I might beg steal and borrow till we live like kings I wanna own some things Wanna own some things I want to, own some things Like clothes and rings Spend all of my money till I'm broke again Broke until I paid Then we live like kings [Outro:Sampled] Money-money in the bank Money-money-money in the bank Money-M-Money-money in the bank Money-money-m-money in the bank Money in the bank Open slow, lay down low (weary bank account, weary weary bank account) I couldn't sleep last night (Weary bank account, weary weary bank account) My baby left me without any warn' (weary bank account, weary weary bank account) Saying I didn't treat her right (weary bank account, weary weary bank account)