C'est la vie, c'est la vie
This feels like Ave Maria
C'est la vie
This feels like Ave Maria
Before I lay me down to sleep
Pray my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
What will I take to the grave?
Debts I never paid
Confessions never made
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, oh, oh, yeah
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, oh, oh, yeah
How I could be so sinful?
Slidin' in that Avis, boy, we know you in a rental
How could I speak such blasphemy
I know these drugs are bad for me
Rock star only half of me
Every night she comin' back to me
Put her through some misery and agony, insanity, no battery
My pictures on her vanity, I'm really him, reality
So naturally, I flatter me
Got a gang, gang, gang mentality
Call a bitch too much profanity
Said: Bitch ass nigga right back to me
Had make up sex, then I took it out on her
Leave it inside, I ain't take it out on her
Told me next mornin', I'm the certified owner
Steppin' outside with a real big blower
I be with the real weed grower
Nigga, you ain't even no real weed smoker
Rolls Royce truck, I don't need no chauffeur
Grandma died and I still need closure
Before I lay me down to sleep
I roll a blunt and think
That if I die before I wake
Who gon' show up to my wake?
And what will await me
When I reach Heaven's gates?
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, oh, oh, yeah
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, oh, oh, yeah
Savin' grace, savin' grace
This feels like Ave Maria
Say, say less
The less I know the better
Blissful, I stay blissful
VVS, a wrist full
VIP, the list full
Hittin' them corners in the rental
Whip it like Gran Turismo
I be livin' life unfearful
I was never like other people, ooh
