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good life (plight) - original pete b lyrics

haven’t felt normal for so long
that feelin’ like sh-t is startin’ to be the norm
the theory still remains set, cannot do anything correct
it always turns out left
it never comes out right unless
i’m c-ming, right?
see homie this is my plight and homie this is my path
i’ve been livin’ my life as if i’m walking on gl-ss
its my dream i won’t fight so no more secure cl-ss

[hook]
memory lapsed, my past it’s all just black
but my future looks so bright
that was my plight
didn’t mean was cuz i’m still in it
and so far from finished
i’m busy making music so this music is my business

in my mind i keep so many problems
funny how i think some money gon’ solve em
not all of em, just a few tho
couple past due bills and that’s the truth though
i stick to the code while y’all stick to the wh0r-s
i’m using my brain while you losing yours
keep yourself in the right mindset
but i’m not in my mind
that’s right i’m out of my gourd
lookin’ at sh-t i only dream to afford
y’all mother f-ckers should be right beside me
in this studio straight vibin’ me
instead all you did was exile me
y’all f-ckin popped a molly and forgot about pete
i won’t even tell ya to go to h-ll
just shrug my shoulder say oh well
get the girl that for i fell
i don’t play no kiss and tell
pardon me i tend to yell
best of luck i wish you well
be lying if i said i never doubted myself

[hook x2]

f-ck your bull sh-t, call out scheema’ scheema’
don’t give a f about your bently, benz, or your beemer
old friends ain’t showin up i’m yellin f.e.m.a. f.e.m.a
i got that type of flow to turn em into believers
having schoolwork in about every cl-ss
gave no f-ck about that paper
cared so much about my paper
was me, my money, i and just a bottle jager
numbin’ the pain from the world
until it swirled and i would hurl
lookin’ back on my life
where the time has gone?
the question ain’t what’s wrong?
the question what’s right?
improving on my plight just by writing this song
and tryin to right my wrongs
at night my wrongs help me write
f-ck your bull sh-t, call out, scheema’ scheema’
don’t give a f bout your bently, benz or your beemer
old friends ain’t showin up i’m yellin f.e.m.a. f.e.m.a
i got that type of flow to turn em into believers

[hook x2]

in college i was o so lost
found my way gettin what i want
live like this no opportunity cost
this music is my business bet your -ss i’m the boss
i checked the scorecard you marked me down as a loss
i’ll pull up in sportcars that leave your words at a loss
you chose everyone but me your infos what i tossed
shut yo mouth when you speak don’t wanna hear you talk
i’m trying but i can’t seem to calm me down
just another pained soul from this sorry town
see i love this city but i hate the people in it
thought i told you lil babies that i’m far from finished
i haven’t felt normal for so long
that fellin’ like sh-t is starting to be the norm
the theory still remains set
cannot do anything correct
it always turns out left
it never comes out right, unless

(chorus starts then cuts out)

no!
this is all my revenge, this is part of my plot
for me to succeed and for you to just watch
you were once on my team, well now you’re just not
told you imma get mine, f-ck you squares can get got
have weeks where i’m sad, today i’m just p-ssed off
finding out the truth that’s lately been lost
hittin’ sh0r- with my thoughts
my mental light house
won’t quit with this anger til instrumental fades out
smoke so much good my brain greys out
i’ll macbeth this music sh-t see how it plays out
maybe one day go to king size beds
from sleeping on my moms couch but
this is all my plight
kinda dark need a light
to get through i will fight
i will fight through my plight
my plight, my plight, my plight, my plight

- original pete b lyrics

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