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"Life Coach"

(intro) x2

pass me my drink, pass me my smoke

tonight we gon' play, tomorrow we coach

live how I live, fuck how I croak

I drink it all in, and laugh when I choke

Verse 1

2 hands, 1 cup

1 mouth, 1 blunt

we drink, we cut

addictions live for making days not suck - not suck

we go, too far

we push, too hard

we bleed, we scar

we live to learn until they pull that card -

add up all the good days, and the great nights

--the red eyes from the times we take flights

the hand shakes the mistakes from late nights

we tip-toe back to the place we play nice

we play fair so the bridge stays unburned

we take paths where the rocks are unturned

we dismiss when their stars are unearned

we all obsessed with the times we been burned

so burn it up like we have to do it

you can do it, put your back into it

ice cubes in my jazzer fluid

the lingo lingers of brash influence

that's me with the P on the cap

that's me n' Mike Oher in the back

that's me with 3 birds, 1 Philly, passing out a flyer

talkin' bout a sixer getting smashed

that cup - my jawn

that cup - mind blowin'

I sip - I'm gone

-nice trip, I'm home

1 bed, 2 sheets

that wind, my peace - at least until' the morning -

my life's a board game but I keep from snoring

Verse 2

the days go by fast and it grinds my gears

---fly by til' you buy the leer

fine wine, keep mine a beer

i'll square dance with those squares

who I hired to CHEAH!

it's no problem when the sun is out

unless it's too long then the guns get out

- the robber, cop- thang, the auld lang syne

we need need a fresh start so the guns don't BANG

but the drums do -- so we keep it on time

like we swiss but the cheese isn't lunch food

we need lunch food - we need brain food

we need something strong enough to just cling to

we need to dance and sing and clink mugs

we need a chance to live and do drugs

we need to drop the act and give hugs

wrap your brain around but the brain rap - SUCKS

so we run with- excesses

we ignore- our messes

we stand up, we sit down

they throw it? we catch it

we obey - until we blast off -

no leash we be barking like a mad dog

211 on the double if it's last call

411 on the ladies with no ass fault

--so she can lay the pipe- (get it?)

construction worker - she's great at night (get it?)

lights are on, cameras out

EMS, mouth to mouth

no tryptophan when there's trips to plan

she flips the script we hit Switzerland

she chocolates up, endorphins flow

she licks her lips as we hit the floor and we

Refrain:

"Bang, Bang, Bang on the drum baby"