Lyrics:
in the morning
And we're packed into a narrow recording
Studio in Burbank, California
The same studio where the 28-year-old rapper
From Philadelphia
singing from rooms throughout the studio. I knew that this was different. When I arrived at the studio, there were a few people there. And one woman in
By: Lifehouse
Find me here
And speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me
To the place
Where I find
at Jungle City, a sound
Studio in Manhattan's Chelsea
Neighborhood when we
Walk in, Ocean leading the way, pharrell
Williams turns down the music and greets
eyes off of you
What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
by Lifehouse
Studio, yeah
I'm in the studio
Yeah in the studio
Yeah, I'm in the studio
I live my life in the studio
I live my life in the studio
I live my
was rapping for like fifteen minutes straight
And that was my first time yo, I was like tenth grade, in the studio
And I knew that this was what I
work and play
In the cut where we lay them rhymes at
The stars align for my Spanish queen
No fantasies, we live our dreams
We 9-5 then 6-9
Put the song
But he's talking about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
shit that we been in
Burned you with gasoline, burned out all of your bridges
Nigga, you suck at friendships, something you got to live with
Fuck it!
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
it's 'cause we live by the code, reputation to uphold
Makin' me the one they gotta take the spot from
I be tryna laugh with the bros but they can't
Played by me, there's no rules
True wit and grit and everything I do
As I name tag pop under everything I drew
So vivid within them studios, I'm Michael
asked
"How are you processing this?"
I said I was in the studio getting ready to sing
Then the drummer walked in and said
"Hey, did you see this?"
I
All this shit I rap in this studio
I live this shit no Cap
Yea I gotta degree but I be in these streets selling gas by the pound and I Rap
Fuck
Spike Lee
Cross cats all day like Kyrie
When it's dark I turn on the high beams
Cause I wanna see everything in this life I got one goal
Live for God
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
shit I ever wrote (against all odds)
Up in the studio, getting blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
21 gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black
shit I ever wrote (against all odds)
Up in the studio, getting blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
21 gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black
I spit I get real sick
But I heal quick, never seem to lose
Popeye with all the green I use, I boss live
No stoplight, and I'm top 5 in everything I
like no deeper underlying shit
At a live performance
I performed this shit in my bedroom
So this shit's personal when
I'm just in my room dancin'
Alone
what I'm saying
No matter what you just been through
So you want to be a rap superstar
And live large a big house
5 cars, you're in charge
Comin up in
it, I'm a go lift the name up
I'm a go to heights we ain't ever seen
Super late nights in the studio
I got some bad habits but I'm gonna delete them
I'm
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