Good Luck With Your Life - Spose

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My little sister didn’t write it, I wrote it myself

I been pretty handy, the hand I was dealt

Plus I rolled a couple blunts in the back with no help

And I been tweeting on my Twitter 'cause my schedule packed like bags before

you go on vacation (Baggs)

Subway’s not pricey for me, 'cause I been collecting currency from conversation

My little sister never wrote my rhymes, but she should probably write yours

'Cause the way that I been rapping, I should be elected captain

Eleven thousand, only cash in my shorts (that's camo)

I’m the one that they looking out for (Iyem)

'Cause my grind and my mind hardcore (ayup)

One pack, 2Pac, don’t goof off

Blow the roof off even if the show’s outdoors

And I’m not out of breath

Nah I’m still wrecking the words

Spose who the fuck they preferred

Repping the 'burbs, worked my tail off

Voicemail box full like it had seconds and thirds

Used to have the swagger of a cripple but then swagger of a cripple made the

crippled people feel empowered

So I’m feeling like the swagger of a much richer rapper

Motherfucker, when I’m stepping out the shower

In the mirror like «damn!»

Man I’m so awesome at life

I can’t help if I’m doing it right

I wish you good luck with your life

This shit is a fight, good luck with your life

You’re so terrible at music, I hope you don’t live a long life (that's harsh)

It’s been like ten years since I ever rode around in my mom’s ride

Break the fire hydrant, take the dam out the river 'cause I’m on fire

Okay, let me pull my pants a little higher

Okay I specialize in amazingness, doing major shit, making haters quit

Your career looking like an alligator bit

I bet your favorite flavor’s dick

Later bitch, your mom wouldn’t say it’s lit

I’m feeling King Kong ape in this

I’m who the kids want, I’m their favorite

I only sing songs if I’m getting paid for it

Plus my ringtone was never Taylor Swift

And you make the shit that the people don’t buy

Think you’re dope, no you’re not dude don’t lie

Fuckin' Spose, I know that I’m the bomb in Maine

I’m working while they’re hanging out like they were zombie brains

I’m feeling confident, I think I got to vent

I hope your feet get burned on hot cement

Fuck your mom, and your dad, and your grandma, and your grandpa

And your uncle and your aunt and them

I’m on stage like «damn!»

Man I’m so awesome at life

I can’t help if I’m doing it right

I wish you good luck with your life

This shit is a fight, good luck with your life

I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish you the best

I wish you the best, I wish you were up next, oh yeah, oh yeah

I wish you the best

But I wish me better (let's go)

'Cause I been grinding double-time

For the treasure but the pressure make it hotter than a fire in a sweater

I’m perspiring with effort over violins and measures

My retirement is never

Chase cheddar my requirement forever

I’m from Maine but I don’t hunt, or tote guns

But if the mic’s in my hand, I make it pop pop pop

So don’t be mistaken, I awaken and I try to make it to the top top top

Cause I been adamant, I been at it a little

Had a little wallet, now my wallet getting fatter in the middle

Man a rapper wanna borrow ten bucks, I was like «for what?»

To borrow my career so yours don’t suck?

It’s hot up in the kitchen, little boy don’t touch

Want a life this awesome?

I’m like «good luck»

God damn

Man I’m so awesome at life (awesome)

I can’t help if I’m doing it right

I wish you good luck with your life

This shit is a fight, good luck with your life

Man I’m so awesome at life

I can’t help if I’m doing it right (I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish you the best)

I wish you good luck with your life

This shit is a fight, good luck with your life (I wish you the best,

I wish your life would end)

Can you show me the way back, where I’m sposed to go?

Can you show me the way back, where I’m sposed to go?

Can you show me the way back, where I’m sposed to go?

Can you show me the way back, where I’m sposed to go?

Are the crow, some people look as at… you know, a sign of bad luck,

and he would come around the week before one of my neighbors would pass away.

The first time, it was sitting on the side of my house, on my cable box,

which I have a video of him, and that same week, my neighbor, on that side of

the house, you know, to that side of the house, passed away.

Not necessarily

that they brought, you know, the death, like some cultures believe,

but that they’re, they’re around to warn us and they come to warn us.

I think every bird has a particular message to bring you, and, mhm,

if you just keep in mind that… it depends on how you feel about the

situation, then that’s really what counts, mkay?