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(Double K) I live for analog lifestyles, sometimes it's wild I wake up to see the Sunday and my thoughts start to pile up And it's rough being a young cool man Don't wanna hear nobody tryna tell me what they're thinking and Thinkin' and shammin', thinkin' that they're jammin' tonight It's a high day so I proceed to go my way Out of contact, turn up the beats and start to zone out The phones ring, I knocked the phone out I'm bout to (bone?) out, I need a little ism for my Friday Hit my nigga up told him I'm on my way But before I got where I was going pages started flowing This freak from around my way, the bitch was mindblowing But no time for her, I'm on some cool out shit Copped my mag hit the pass and bag and watch the (news?) flip I'm in the middle of a headknot when all of a sudden The power went off soon as I hit the cake button Now Double K ain't afraid of no ghosts And I know I ain't trippin' off this Bombay smoke I'm 'bout to push the 'P' blowing til my mind is shut but yo- (That was real weed right there) (Thes One) It's been on of those weeks, stressin' frequently Scroungin' up money, paying rent and (DWP?) My girl, boots swingin' at the funny, getting tester Letras de cancionesLeft for the studio but broke a compressor Rock the show on Tuesday, promoter didn't pay me Say Y'all never work again in this here city of LA So the middle finger I flipped and then my jeans ripped I order double Jack but they gave me fish and chips That was last night and now I'm like ready to drink Forget the dirty laundry and the dishes in the sink Cause the party life is like nothing else And if you got a lot of problems put your shit on the shelf And let yourself go (I felt no) Worries as I slid out south to Cresent Heights where the Double stay Hid out on the block at night, arrive, walkin' jive talkin' Slappin' 0-5, it's time for the party life (Thes One) What up Double? Yeah that's a dope beat Man I heard there was a spot poppin' off down the street We can crash and smash for free, Long Is. ice tea Heard the bartender is a fan of the 'P' (Double K) Ahh sounds like a mother my brother Let me get my (smash?) jeans make sure my t-shirts clean We can ride up the block, top choice with big hats Steady sippin', hearing mumblin' 'Man what's that?' (Thes One) I think I hit a little something just to wet my whistle Don't touch the silver bullet, I'm drinking the (milla mistle?) And I reminise a little 'bout the days of old When I use to drink it all down, or so I'm told But whatever, I start the car, raise the brake Lever never swerve, pull up to the club as we hit the curb (Thanks to Harry for these lyrics) From Letras Mania