Healy Life Like Lyrics
Life Like by Healy
[Intro: tyler coolidge]
Throw your hands in the sky if you feel alive
Bounce up and down on the floor if you're getting more
Lean to the beat if you run the street
Grab somebody tell them "shake it if you finally made it"
Hands in the sky if it feel good to feel alive
Go and hit the floor if you're getting more
Lean to the beat if you run the street
Make somebody shake it
You done finally made it
You done finally made it
[Verse 1: Healy]
Dirt poor or filthy rich
Either way we're all sucio
So I'd rather be beautiful
I need some pharmaceuticals
The dirt out my cuticles
5 girls, 5 girls, I want their roman numeral
Butterfinger, drop bars when I'm in the studio
Checks never bounce and my pockets marsupial
It makes you feel good to talk shit inside your cubicle?
Well we don't feel you, and we hope the feelings mutual
I might commit some crime today
But first I might just stop time today (pause)
We do not feel you
Don't like it? Read between the lines we say (bitch)
[Chorus: Healy]
I just want to live like Biggie Smalls
Make a couple dollars doing what I love and all
Pay for the homies like everywhere I go
Be on the road doing show after show
I just want to live like Biggie Smalls
Spend a couple thousand doing what I love and all
Pay for the homies like everywhere I go
Be on the road doing show after show
[Verse 2: tyler coolidge]
I'm butt-naked early morning on the balcony
My queen still in bed stirring
Shit I'm about to eat
Hoes try to sink their claws in my arms like falconry
But for all the efforts nothing wows me, get the fuck from around me
My chains they weigh like 30 pounds a piece
My Timbs I've stepped on like 40 towns in these
And deep down I'm still a geek
I might blow a couple racks at Harry Potter world proudly
I might rent out a Costco for the day, bring the homies, play hide and seek then clear 'em out
Then fuck my girl on a sample couch
I might go hoop with Ye
Or hit the studio with Drake
I swear to God I love this rap shit
Oh look what it's done to me
Now I sip champagne when I'm thirsty
[Chorus x2: Healy and BrainTrust]
Throw your hands in the sky if you feel alive
Bounce up and down on the floor if you're getting more
Lean to the beat if you run the street
Grab somebody tell them "shake it if you finally made it"
Hands in the sky if it feel good to feel alive
Go and hit the floor if you're getting more
Lean to the beat if you run the street
Make somebody shake it
You done finally made it
You done finally made it
[Verse 1: Healy]
Dirt poor or filthy rich
Either way we're all sucio
So I'd rather be beautiful
I need some pharmaceuticals
The dirt out my cuticles
5 girls, 5 girls, I want their roman numeral
Butterfinger, drop bars when I'm in the studio
Checks never bounce and my pockets marsupial
It makes you feel good to talk shit inside your cubicle?
Well we don't feel you, and we hope the feelings mutual
I might commit some crime today
But first I might just stop time today (pause)
We do not feel you
Don't like it? Read between the lines we say (bitch)
[Chorus: Healy]
I just want to live like Biggie Smalls
Make a couple dollars doing what I love and all
Pay for the homies like everywhere I go
Be on the road doing show after show
I just want to live like Biggie Smalls
Spend a couple thousand doing what I love and all
Pay for the homies like everywhere I go
Be on the road doing show after show
[Verse 2: tyler coolidge]
I'm butt-naked early morning on the balcony
My queen still in bed stirring
Shit I'm about to eat
Hoes try to sink their claws in my arms like falconry
But for all the efforts nothing wows me, get the fuck from around me
My chains they weigh like 30 pounds a piece
My Timbs I've stepped on like 40 towns in these
And deep down I'm still a geek
I might blow a couple racks at Harry Potter world proudly
I might rent out a Costco for the day, bring the homies, play hide and seek then clear 'em out
Then fuck my girl on a sample couch
I might go hoop with Ye
Or hit the studio with Drake
I swear to God I love this rap shit
Oh look what it's done to me
Now I sip champagne when I'm thirsty
[Chorus x2: Healy and BrainTrust]