NEVER CHANGED/LIVE IT UP - PRDG.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : PRDG
[00:01.00] 作曲 : PRDG
[00:02.00] 编曲 : PRDG
[00:06.06]Verse 1:
[00:23.25]Party in a pent house brodie knock ya mans out got the bottle then I smash out 40 got me blacked out 
[00:28.95]Love the night life party hard like it’s my last got the bitches wearing makeup walking in like Kim Kardash 
[00:34.44]Got me chillin in the back of the Bach got the ice on just might catch a cold or the flu need a mask
[00:40.20]What’s my task I’m just trynna put these beats inside a casket like weapons of mass destruction trynna function in Iraq shit
[00:45.99]Chorus: 
[00:46.17]It was last year saw my homie with the scars on his wrist
[00:48.93]Thinking bout what would of happened if he did what he did
[00:51.81]We the ****ed up generation bunch of misunderstood kids
[00:54.69]Hitting licks and p*pping pills like they popping all the zits 
[00:57.36]Verse 2:
[00:57.78]He said that I’m way too damn young for this shit
[01:00.33]Gotta stay in school get the grades As in this shit
[01:03.27]Gotta play my cards right like it’s spades in this shit
[01:06.15]Got me chillin with the fam no renegades in this bitch
[01:09.06]They done said that I changed but bitch I’m still the same
[01:11.94]Still the same kid in the yard walking round with chains
[01:14.85]Cross on me no Jesus rocking on that Armani exchange
[01:17.79]Still be chillin in my lane fit be fly just like a plane
[01:20.70]Chorus:
[01:20.88]It was last year saw my homie scars on his wrist
[01:23.64]Thinking bout what would of happened if he did what he did
[01:26.49]We the ****ed up generation bunch of misunderstood kids
[01:29.40]Hitting licks and p*pping pills like they popping all the zits 
[01:32.31]Verse 3:
[01:55.35]Trynna get this money so I’m grinding for the rubber bands
[01:58.20]Solo by myself I ain’t never asked for helping hands
[02:01.11]Help ya mans I’m gonna in I don’t need no ****ing plan
[02:04.08]I don’t need no ****ing team I don’t need no ****ing fans 
[02:06.93]I don’t need your ****ing texts stop sending me that spam
[02:09.84]I don’t need no baby beefs bitch this ain’t no clash of clans
[02:12.69]Only move in silence yea that’s just how we advance
[02:15.60]Kicking flipping all the way but I ain’t rocking no vans 
[02:18.51]Yea I’m doing good chillin so tell me why you stressing me
[02:21.60]She wanna be around finding ways to be impressing me
[02:24.39]These people did me wrong I ain’t accepting apologies
[02:27.48]He call me a prodigy red and blue on top of me
[02:30.36]Roll you up flame you up just like Chinese pottery 
[02:33.21]Balling like its Vegas just like when you win the lottery 
[02:36.12]Pussy boy want smoke but now he scared I guess he oughta be
[02:38.79]Just trynna live my life I ain’t trynna roll the dice I’m just trynna live it up so my fam can be all proud of me
文本歌词
作词 : PRDG
作曲 : PRDG
编曲 : PRDG
Verse 1:
Party in a pent house brodie knock ya mans out got the bottle then I smash out 40 got me blacked out 
Love the night life party hard like it’s my last got the bitches wearing makeup walking in like Kim Kardash 
Got me chillin in the back of the Bach got the ice on just might catch a cold or the flu need a mask
What’s my task I’m just trynna put these beats inside a casket like weapons of mass destruction trynna function in Iraq shit
Chorus: 
It was last year saw my homie with the scars on his wrist
Thinking bout what would of happened if he did what he did
We the ****ed up generation bunch of misunderstood kids
Hitting licks and p*pping pills like they popping all the zits 
Verse 2:
He said that I’m way too damn young for this shit
Gotta stay in school get the grades As in this shit
Gotta play my cards right like it’s spades in this shit
Got me chillin with the fam no renegades in this bitch
They done said that I changed but bitch I’m still the same
Still the same kid in the yard walking round with chains
Cross on me no Jesus rocking on that Armani exchange
Still be chillin in my lane fit be fly just like a plane
Chorus:
It was last year saw my homie scars on his wrist
Thinking bout what would of happened if he did what he did
We the ****ed up generation bunch of misunderstood kids
Hitting licks and p*pping pills like they popping all the zits 
Verse 3:
Trynna get this money so I’m grinding for the rubber bands
Solo by myself I ain’t never asked for helping hands
Help ya mans I’m gonna in I don’t need no ****ing plan
I don’t need no ****ing team I don’t need no ****ing fans 
I don’t need your ****ing texts stop sending me that spam
I don’t need no baby beefs bitch this ain’t no clash of clans
Only move in silence yea that’s just how we advance
Kicking flipping all the way but I ain’t rocking no vans 
Yea I’m doing good chillin so tell me why you stressing me
She wanna be around finding ways to be impressing me
These people did me wrong I ain’t accepting apologies
He call me a prodigy red and blue on top of me
Roll you up flame you up just like Chinese pottery 
Balling like its Vegas just like when you win the lottery 
Pussy boy want smoke but now he scared I guess he oughta be
Just trynna live my life I ain’t trynna roll the dice I’m just trynna live it up so my fam can be all proud of me