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celebrate the life - rittz lyrics

backstage passes, after parties
jugs of jack and crown
bought rounds for everyone
it’s c*n*t until i’m dead and gone
rip, time to celebrate the life
life with all my friends and loved ones
f*ck our differences, have love for everyone
it’s c*n*t until i’m dead and gone
rip, time to celebrate the life

verse 1 (rittz):
this like an out of body experience
i could take you out of quarantine
i could take you down to georgia
name ringin’ bells from new orleans to portland, maine
start a foursome on the tourbus
maybe i should be going by a p*rno name
these white boys so lame that’s real
i feel i gotta spill the pork and beans
my pockets swell up like a h*rnet’s sting
someone allergic, i’m puffin’ sherbert
inside a cone like i work at coldstone
creamery, rolled so evenly it’s almost perfect
make a so called shooter want to give up on the smoke cold turkey
don’t go purposefully braggin’ to my crew
like you got a plug or two cuz you’re probably gonna blow both circuits
get it? yeah, sick of doing biz in a bozo circus
so so worth it, the bros go flirt with the yellow
when the white can’t control those urges
(mwah, mwah, mwah)
so many rocks around my neck
people think i’m like a stone cold person
my b*tch is british, i’m sippin’ (?)
i just left paris, the driver of the lyft spoke turkish
(?) i don’t get no service, people wanna come play catch up
please check the text just sent to me last week
if you never gotta a reply yet, guess what
i’m still busy, busy always hittin’ ignore
i don’t enjoy small talk
like “yo, how you been doing?”
i be like “sorry, gotta get going!”
i be at the chophouse compound with a strip loin
really i’m surprised i got seated
tell the hostess f*ck that dress code
i prefer to eat mine (?)
drunk (?) got the thump in the sub
you can feel it when your feet hit the cement
underground (?) dj (?) is screamin’ this evenin’
it’s rittz, b*tch
backstage passes, after parties
jugs of jack and crown
bought rounds for everyone
it’s c*n*t until i’m dead and gone
rip, time to celebrate the life
life with all my friends and loved ones
f*ck our differences, have love for everyone
it’s c*n*t until i’m dead and gone
rip, time to celebrate the life

verse 2 (rittz):
i got more paper than dunder mifflin
let’s pretend the company’s non fiction
rittz in rare form
like when they threw me out the airport
like covid*19 just went airborne
rittz, wanna share more
and i be inside of your girlfriend’s android
checkin’ out the camera
there’s gonna be a picture of her gaggin’ on my
d*ck
i made a drip mascara
f*ck that heroin and them perco*sets
someone should have told me not to work a red carpet
drinkin’ straight up out of the purple bag
someone in my circle said something about me that true, says who, that dude
that’s who, that’s too obvious
that’s two bad moves
i’ma have to smack dude
that dude tattooed
that’s too taboo
that’s (?)
f*ck the rap dudes
even though it didn’t really make sense that much
before the rap stuff used to zip bags up
and f*ck fat hoes if the b*tch had drugs
sh*t, i (?)
(?)
(?)
(?)
someone’s underarm
crusty undies on
someone wants to sponge
some phenomen
rittz, biatch!

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