Memoir

I was never given shit for nothing
Been through hell and back and I’m still running, yeah
In the studio smoke an onion, coming for the bread, like I’m gunning
Been through hell and back and I’m still running, yeah
In the studio smoke an onion, coming for the title, like I’m gunning, gunning
I live with no guidelines
Like no parachute when you skydive
Every night time is a life time
And the goal is a life in a high rise
Overlooking the sunrise
The rest of you overlooking from the sidelines
Smoking by the window
Plotting how to get out of limbo
The system
Gotta fight for control of your profits
In the city where no one is harmless
The snake that you helped, will bite you regardless
(But fuck it, I’m living the dream)
I was never given shit for nothing
Been through hell and back and I’m still running, yeah
In the studio smoke an onion, coming for the bread, like I’m gunning
Been through hell and back and I’m still running, yeah
In the studio smoke an onion, coming for the title, like I’m gunning, gunning
We all fell asleep in the studio
The life that I live is a movie though
Anything that I make is a target
And my car used to be my apartment
The system at war with the artists
Make sure that your heart is always guarded
And the pain is recorded
But the payoff is always the hardest
And that’s why I keep it a 100
On the rooftop getting blunted
The system at war with the artists
We livin' the dream for the fallen
(But fuck it, I’m living the dream)
I was never given shit for nothing
Been through hell and back and I’m still running, yeah
In the studio smoke an onion, coming for the bread, like I’m gunning
(Dream)
Been through hell and back and I’m still running, yeah (still running)
In the studio smoke an onion, coming for the title, like I’m gunning, gunning
I was never given shit for nothing
Been through hell and back and I’m still running, yeah (living the dream)
In the studio smoke an onion, coming for the bread, like I’m gunning, yeah
I was never given shit for nothing
Been through hell and back and I’m still running, yeah (but I’m living the
dream)
In the studio smoke an onion, coming for the title, like I’m gunning, gunning