Good Life
Gangs and fights
There's nothing in the world
that seems right
Why am i living to see another day
Oh because my dad told me
to get over and get paid
Everything I see
to me
Seems to fade
What do you want me to do
lay back in the shade
to watch another day
go by
and you still think this is
the good life.
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