We could live like thieves
We could live like kings
They could be the same thing
Yeah, they’re exactly the same thing
Either way you
We could work til our hands don’t
Work til our back don’t
Work til our head don’t hurt cuz we paid up
Or we could sit back
Soft hands and a soft ass artists
Soft dads
Mad at the wrong stuff
No plans
Champion time suck
All chance
Skills are abundant
But hustle beats skill when skill don’t hustle
What’s that from?
Memes and daydreams
These things escape me
Almost completely
Like often
Worry on it never
High tide
Low tide
Either way you
Dyed in the Wool with the other
Out of step sheep
Lied on the stand
Bible in hand
Cry when I feel like the rest of y’all dead meat
Own man, (I can)
Die on command
If I wanna but I won’t
Cuz I’m gonna be afloat
Keep a milli on it
All bets on, let’s go
Keep it on till the breakdown
On til the breakthrough
So on and so-so
So it goes
No one knows dick
Cept we all alone
And this too shall (shut up)
So it goes
Never so sick
So so so
I just hope hope lasts
Paid up
Gain up
Either way you
Locked up
Opened up
Either way you
Toss back cup
Or a bit of cleaner vision
Whether
High road or
Low road
Either way you
Yeah
We could live like thieves
We could live like kings
They could be the same thing
Yeah, they’re exactly the same thing
Either way you
We could work til our hands don’t
Work till our back don’t
Work till our head don’t hurt cuz we paid up
Or we could sit back
Yeah, this one’s for Andre Durand
A symbol of actual action
Adventure A quality man
Appallingly talented, fearless, and yeah
Prolly as careless as every last one of my very best friends
And gone way too soon
Risk that
Fear that
Whatever you choose
We can live like kings
We can live like thieves
We can live like kings
They could be the same thing
They are
Either way you
Either way you die
Either way you die