Songtexte:
Good Life The Notes In His Pockets

flush Says, ?Boy, we?ve hardly kept in touch It?s time for catching up? Notes in his pockets Rumors in the mill Phone calls after the bars close Unlisted numbers Still, he insists on his

flush Says, ?Boy, we've hardly kept in touch It's time for catching up? Notes in his pockets Rumors in the mill Phone calls after the bars close Unlisted numbers Still, he insists on his

black Ferrari with the red seats I call it playin checkers Im never doing verses Im forever giving lectures if youre tryna meet with money Id be happy to connect ya life

cat, beat wid pipes poles and bats Blast wid a small gat, run, and bust till his lungs collapse And hit the corner pocket but first strip his pockets

Black Ferrari with the red seats I call it Playin' Checkers I'm never doing verses I'm forever giving lectures If you're tryna meet with money I'd be happy to connect ya Life

spilled milk And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes I'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian Connecting life

feels so good to be back where I belong The streets is where I belong They had me locked down much too long Hey hey It feels so good to be back where

peppers black Ferrari with the red seats I call it playin checkers Im never doing verses Im forever giving lectures if youre tryna meet with money Id be happy to connect ya life

spilled milk And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes I'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian Connecting life