Life of Sin - Sturgill Simpson

(Wheezy outta here) Uh, uh Mmm, mmm We just wanna win in this life of sin Heard it come and go (Uhh) Money, cars, and clothes (Uhh) Platinum, gold, and rose (Uhh) Lawyer, case closed (Uhh) Bentley Continental for a show (Bentley Continental for a show) We just wanna win in this life of sin Got a solid bone (Bone), stand on what you own (Solid) I can't break the code (Uhh), I will never fold (Uhh) We gon' push to open up these doors (We gon' push to open up these doors) Prayin' 'til something happen, Ain't gon' never stop pushin' (Push) I got my bread to put in my Maybach, Got some cushions (Yeah) Camе out the trap, mob ties, we slatt, Wе see a rat and we shushin' (Shush) Come and knock my phone, I don't care to talk, I don't play with you pussies (I don't play) And I know I been on Adderall, But I'm more focused than others (Focus) YSL got a whole catalog, we went number one together (One) I know nothing is forever, but I want this forever (Forever) Been rappin' on this acapella with my snares and my drums Rollin' this biscotti, chronic all through my lungs (Yeah) Never was a bum, I'm rich and I still want the crumbs Them Shady Park niggas still shady man, shout out my slum [?] god protected baby with this thirty-round drum We just wanna win in this life of sin Heard it come and go (Uhh) Money, cars, and clothes (Uhh) Platinum, gold, and rose (Uhh) Lawyer, case closed (Uhh) Bentley Continental for a show (Bentley Continental for a show) We just wanna win in this life of sin Got a solid bone (Bone), stand on what you own (Own) I can't break the code (Uhh), I will never fold (Uhh) We gon' push to open up these doors (We gon' push to open up these doors, Nechie) Big business, S and S, I ain't nothing less (Yes) Federal suit got it on they mind, We open up they chest (Believe) And only walkups, no drive-by's, You know the rest (You know the rest) Sinnin', winnin', I'm livin' life and All my diamonds hittin' (And all my diamonds hittin') Blessed, tryna enjoy the essence of life (Life) Get it paid off, a [?] to help my folks see the light (My folks see the light) Double M, give me the word and They'll be gone by the night Believe it, they need to thank God they still breathing (Thank God) I seen it, you niggas act hard, but you straight foe Hang with that boy, knowing he straight toe (Knowing he straight rat) [?] sad niggas, y'all some straight hoes (Y'all some straight hoes) I can't relate, so I just play the dog and stay low We just wanna win in this life of sin Heard it come and go (Uhh) Money, cars, and clothes (Uhh) Platinum, gold, and rose (Uhh) Lawyer, case closed (Uhh) Bentley Continental for a show (Bentley Continental for a show) We just wanna win in this life of sin Got a solid bone (Bone), stand on what you own (Solid) I can't break the code (Uhh), I will never fold (Uhh) We gon' push to open up these doors (We gon' push to open up these doors) We gon' push to open up these doors

Aye I done really felt that pain We was thuggin walking in the rain I gotta keep my brotha wit me he a never change We was thuggin down bad tryna cop a chain We was thuggin in the streets tryna get a name Aye look but that's just how it is And if a nigga talking out then Im gon pop his wig You know my brotha keep a stick he tryna shoot his shit I know you see yo bitch all on me Imma hit her shit Aye look but let me take it back You know my brotha keep his pole cuz he could never lack Last sucka that we caught he was runnin laps And we bound to slide again bitch we gon double back Aye look but that's just how it is And my brothas counting cho cuz that's the life we live I got God he walking with me through this life of sin I lost my brotha he could never get his life again But aye damn I guess that's how it is I need my brotha by my side so I could win again I know my momma praying fo me I might sin again We was thuggin down bad we just tryna win Aye look we just tryna win We was thuggin down bad we just tryna win I know my momma praying fo me in this life of sin We was thuggin down bad we just tryna win Aye look we just tryna win We was thuggin down bad we just tryna win I know my momma praying fo me in this life of sin We was thuggin down bad we just tryna win Aye look we just tryna win We was thuggin down bad we just tryna win I know my momma praying fo me in this life of sin We was thuggin down bad we just tryna win Aye look we just tryna win We was thuggin down bad we just tryna win I know my momma praying fo me in this life of sin We was thuggin down bad we just tryna win Aye look we just tryna win We was thuggin down bad we just tryna win I know my momma praying fo me in this life of sin We was thuggin down bad we just tryna win

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Wish I was riding the steam train Right out of the pages of time Down through the ol' Roaring Twenties To the fall of 1929 Back in heyday of railroads Before airplanes fluttered and flew Color me in like a cartoon hobo Doing what bums used to do Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Show me hopping a freight train Somewhere south of the yard Make it a Santa Fe boxcar Paint it all rusty and hard Sketch out an old hobo jungle Make the old days come alive on the page Build a rough shack Down by thе track Weather it heavy with agе Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Sometimes things are great to remember Some are too good to forget Things back then were so different Some things we think of them yet Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon

Loneliness is settin' in How I feel, you don't know All my tomorrows, they depend On how my todays go Ain't seen your face for a few years or more You don't write, you don't call Tell me what are all the memories for When you don't remember at all? I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Maybe someday, you'll walk into Some bar I'm singing in You'll hang your head in sorrow and cry When you see the shape that I'm in Oh, I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name?

Decided to write a song for my hero Considering he's done so much for me He's the one that pulled me up when I fell down so low He's the one that led me through the darkness when I could not see Never met a man more gentle or any humbler Never once heard him raise his voice or saw him mad But I watched him break his back on coal and lumber To give her everything she never had Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him Born on a summer day in some dark holler Way back in the hills of Perry County Well he grew up poor and he never saw a dollar But a dollar ain't no good in a coal camp anyway Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him And if I'm half the man he is when I die I don't know if I could ask for too much more He taught me you only need one hand To count your real friends in this life But if you find true love you better take both arms And hold on til your sore