I'm no longer frightened No more sleepless nights No more bruises on my soul Troubles out of sight I have no more sorrow No more search for light Got my train of inner thoughts Back on the tracks of life Livin' my life again Livin' my life again Swept away by the wind of change Taken time to rearrange Livin' my life again Livin' my life again Swept away by the wind of change Taken time to rearrange Livin' my life again Livin' my life again Swept away by the wind of change Taken time to rearrange I'm no longer frightened No more sleepless nights No more bruises on my soul Troubles out of sight I have no more sorrow No more search for light Got my train of inner thoughts Back on the tracks of life Livin' my life again Livin' my life again Swept away by the wind of change Taken time to rearrange Livin' my life again Livin' my life again Swept away by the wind of change Taken time to rearrange

I've had a lot of good years I missed as they rolled on by Now, here I am, just a kid goin' on 35 I've played my songs and played my part Played it wrong and played some hearts Lived the highs and lows, in-betweens of this thing called life I learned college ain't near long enough And Natty Light's the good stuff Learned to find a damn good dog and a damn good girl I learned losin' Dad can make ya pretty tough Becomin' one makes you grow on up And the color pink and curls can rock a grown man's world I learned Sunday mornin' ain't the only time for forgivin' And love's where you find the life part of livin' Y'all, a six string and some words is worth the time And when you can't find an empty seat, and lighters fill the night And call your mama, call your friends Make some new ones, make amends And when the tears build up, just let 'em fly I learned college ain't near long enough And Natty Light's the good stuff I learned to find a damn good dog and a damn good girl I learned losin' Dad can make ya pretty tough Becomin' one makes you grow on up And the color pink and curls can rock a grown man's world I learned Sunday mornin' ain't the only time for forgivin' And love's where you find the life part of livin' And when the Lord smiles, just take it in When the Devil swings, take it on the chin When the going gets tough hit your knees When you got a song to sing, sing I learned college ain't near long enough And Natty Light's the good stuff Learned to find a damn good dog and a damn good girl I learned losin' Dad can make ya pretty tough Becomin' one makes you grow on up And the color pink and curls can rock a grown man's world I learned Sunday mornin' ain't the only time for forgivin' And love's where you find the life part of livin'

Thank God, the song came up again Made it through another week So I'ma call my friends And pour a drink, yolo Double cup, solo Take this fast life and turn it into slo-mo There ain't a single thing that's missin' Oh, I feel like a kid on Christmas, yeah I'm just out here living Out here living, living my best life, aye I'm just out here chilling Feeling like a million Kicking it like it's my birthday, hey I'ma do exactly what I want I'ma sip, sip on something strong singin' I'm just out here living Out here living Living my best life, yeah yeah Alright You know that I'ma do today like there's no tomorrow Be cool with everybody, no, we ain't bout that drama Work a little less just to play a little more I don't know about y'all, but one thing I know for sure is I'm just out here living, out here living Living my best life, aye I'm just out here chilllin' Feeling like a million Kicking it like it's my birthday, hey I'ma do exactly what I want I'ma sip, sip on something strong singin' I'm just out here living, out here living Living my best life, yeah yeah Whoo! Living my best life, yeah yeah Yeah, I'm gonna spend my days I'm gonna, I'm gonna spend my days living my best life Yeah, just living my best life You know that I'm gonna fly away I'm gonna, I'm gonna fly away living my best life, hmm Living my best life I'm just out here living Out here living, living my best life, aye And I'm just out here chillin' Feeling like a million Kicking it like it's my birthday, hey I'ma do exactly what I want I'ma sip, sip on something strong singin' I'm just out here living, out here living Living my best life, yeah, yeah Come on I'm living my best life Living my best life, alright

Filthy ain't I Innocent, but born a thug My society place priority on the drugs Half a kilos Nervous lookin out the peephole Project buildings Buzzin the wrong niggas in .38 revolver hopin I don't have to touch it Toilet seat up, hopin I don't have to flush it Brown liquor, pocket full of big bills T.A.C. in the [?] bitch nigga You now listenin to a rich nigga And still I let the hammer off Law couldn't beat him, my niggas is up north Higher than a mawfucka You ain't with it no more, I might have to fuck her I'm sorry in the morning nigga But you wasn't really mine nigga Diamonds in that nodia Jet lag, I just landed in Laguardia Talk shit, my niggas is gon body ya One call, shooters comin in a hurry for me I ain't trippin, hatin comin with the territory Put niggas in the ground, get them buried for me When you accustomed to winning, then it's forever glory Yeah nobody could cover for me If you ain't used to gettin money, that's another story Niggas goin back and forth, tryna tug-of-war me I'm turned on by the drama, the love tho bore me My heart pours out to those who suffer before me As long as it ain't "broke", give a fuck what you call me All I'm doing is living, how the fuck could you fault me Bitches is loving a nigga, the suckas is salty Ahhh Yeah, the difference is green Plus they see you jumpin in and out of different machines .40 with the hollows or either the.05 with the beam L-O-X y'all niggas know we just a different regime, what! Sunday to Sunday I'm praying to make one day Came from the hood but a nigga be on the runway Headed to the money you know the ticket is one way I don't want a problem if I do - Gunplay These the last days Roaches in the ashtray High speed chases, life in the fast lanes Re-lace with wax, cadillacs with gatlings D-bo kilos, fractions the factions [?] probably looking for action [?], Jacksons shitload of them Franklins I ain't gotta a gun and I betchu I sneak the shank in 5 Star General lift you ass in the rankings And I don't want beef, I'm a vegan Gimme a reason to point to who I'm leading I show these rap niggas a heathen They don't know the half, I laugh when squeezin L-O-X You already fucking know If you don't Find out Fucking cocksuckers

Somebody slipped me a mickey I'm dustin' my Raucomb Can't see straight and I can't feel my jawbone Can't find my phone so I can't even call home Damn (damn) Heard a nigga said he was buggin' Where Sheek Louch or Jadakiss or cousin? Which one of them niggas could come get him? 'Cause homie set him up and you know that he gone wet 'em Don't know where I'm at or why I'm there Or what the fuck I was doin', my memory is ruined (my memory's ruined) If I blacked out that seems awkward (huh?) I feel nauseous, I'm usually so cautious (usually) Searchin' for somethin' that's familiar But then I smell haze from Vermilyea I guess I'm on Dyckman in the Heights (guess) Then I heard nut-cracker and Vicodin and Ice It was the plug's right hand Felt the gun butt, woke up in the big white van Y'all niggas just kidnapped the kid? He told me, "Hell yeah, boy, you you know what it is" "I know where you live, I'ma bring you to the crib" "If you don't get the money up, I'ma kill your kids" Told him, "Nigga, I just moved" He hit me with the gun again, I know it's gon' bruise Damn, came in the house, took off my shoes (uh-huh) Put my feet up, grabbed the remote, turned on the news Cheese Doodles, Ramen Noodles, Toaster Strudels (the munchies man) I'm high, nigga 'bout to make pancakes Or should I just go to sleep until styles come? (Where this nigga at man?) He takin' too long we supposed to do a juice bar run Then my phone rang like, "Yo, we got your man" (who this?) I hang up like this stupid bitch playin' again (stop playin' with me) Then he hit me with a picture of SP I'm sayin' to myself, "What kidnapper gon' text me?" Fuck outta here, "LOL, FOH" Then he send another picture with a gun on his waist I'm like, oh shit (what?), I need more liquor I got money and everythin' don't touch my nigga (touch) Where we meetin' at? I'm comin' alone, grab my chrome Then I hit my nigga Kiss on the phone (ayo Kiss, come over here my nigga) Ayo dog, it's funky out this bitch (what you mean?) It's some coward niggas tryin' to get rich I swear to God, I'ma leave these niggas right in the ditch He like, "Yo, chill, chill, try to relax, I know you ready to go to war" I'm like, "Nigga that's facts" (facts, nigga) But if you come around the back, silencers on And put a couple in the air (you got this?), these niggas is gone I grabbed the .44 long, they think somethin' is sweet Box of shells already had the pump in the Jeep (word) Closed casket, I ain't leavin' nothin' to see Tryna figure out who these niggas fuckin' with P They probably seen him makin' a bet, puttin' it in We got family on Sherman, it wouldn't be them Like the line between love and hate, couldn't be thin (uh-huh) They don't rock like that or we wouldn't be friends (drop like that) Ready to dump on sight in front of the law I met Louch on Academy in front of the stall (what's up nigga, you ready?) Was the call blocked or did they leave a number to call? He like, "Nah, son, private, hop in, drive it" Anythin' we ever been through, we survived it, you know that, nigga" Real talk, I just hope they don't try shit Before we get to 'em or somebody gotta die quick Shit, I was lost for a second (uh-huh) I snapped right back when we crossed 207th Thinkin' to myself, should've bought the MAC-11 (fuck they doin') Seen a white van followin' the Porsche in the seven (Yo, who the fuck are those niggas man?) Damn, maybe I'm just illin' (yo, is that?) The van made a right, BM in the Porsche trailed 'em (Hol' on, follow 'em, follow 'em) We was two cars back (uh-huh) They went through the light then pulled over by a buildin' (slow down) Still no signs of the ghost (uh-uh) We kept our eyes on 'em, but we didn't play 'em close (slow up, slow up) Seen the crib that they went in (slow up, slow up) Cocked my shit, Louch slipped another clip in Knocked on the door with the hammers (let me out) They all lookin' at the playback on the cameras (what the fuck?) Lucky we ain't squeeze off the weapons Part of a short film that P was directin' Yeah, we needed to get it without rushin' (got it) We set it up right, the white van was production We caught y'all both in rare form We gotta shoot shit like this from here on (I'm tellin' you son) Then we got high and bent And laughed it off Yeah, and that's how that went, word (This shit fuckin' crazy) Haha, this nigga P He got me and Louch ridin' all around Washington Heights With motherfuckin' pumps, .44 longs, Desert Eagles All kind of shit that get you a hundred years Lookin' for this nigga in one of these buildings And the whole time, he tapin' this shit For him and- Shootin' a short film him and Poobz wrote (we got this shit Poobz) This niggas the illest yo (we got these niggas on camera, my nigga) Anyway after we calmed down, we meet The Dominican niggas gave us a couple ounces We bought a couple bottles We got high and drunk And we laughed that shit off while them niggas was editin' that shit This nigga's crazy yo (you see this shit nigga) Ha-ha! Hollywood on these niggas, word Word, to everything nigga This shit lookin' crazy Fuckin' crazy