Video Life Is Pt 2 de Aaron Lusitini 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaron Lusitini - Life Is Pt 2 Lyrics

[Verse 1: David Dallas]
Yeah, yeah
It's you, me, him and her, not talkin' 'bout
The Jigga track, all the work we put in, we gon' get it back
Gotta keep the faith now, that's what it takes to carry on
Easy to get caught up in the carry-on
Built a little name now
I can check some baggage in, I don't have to chuck up everything in carry-on
It's a long way down
Could say that I'm conservative, the bottom ain't something that I'm flirtin' with
Show me what you workin' with
Be clear that the top tier is the only thing that's pertinent
If you don't look like Lolo Jones hurdlin'
Don't be surprised if my table is deserted when
You try to roll up, just put the dough up
They pay to put my name on the wall, this ain't a throw up
So can't bribe me with liquor you can pour up
Name brand clothing or products, I'm fucken grown up
Just know my worth, it ain't that my head blown up
They talkin' 'bout exposure, I'm replyin' with "So what?"
So come with cheques that's bustin' this student loan up
Or place a bet on the odds that I pick the phone up
Slim to none, I'm not needin' no more of
The bullshit they feedin' me, got an eatin' disorder
Small talk repeatedly, I proceed to ignore them
The thoughts when I hear the beat, I just needa record 'em
Simple as it ever was
In an industry as fickle as it ever was
But can't quit, it's probably easier to give up drugs
Then throw in the towel on doin' some shit you love
And it's the buzz
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm living like that
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm living like that

[Verse 2: David Dallas]
Off the beaten path, screamin' free at last
Talkin' 'bout history when they don't even see the past
On some future shit, hope my people stop
Worshippin' the crucifix and ask what's the use of it
The truth of it, we had our own tales, own stories
Before some missionaries round the 1840's
Told us what it was, this is what it is
Half Sa' Kiwi, 'bout my culture, 'bout my fucken biz
Don't tell me shit 'bout what place the holy spirit lives
They're tryna rip off my people in the villages
Wish I could trip off the pills they had on 'Limitless'
And flip the script, get the pope out here to witness it
Feelin' magnificent, they say I lack discipline
I'm like Quade Cooper, way I kick it's mad different
This is significant, you can't belittle it
Take your best shot like the pic you go on Tinder with

[Chorus: Kool Keith]
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm living like that
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm living like that
For you wack MCs
[Verse 3: David Dallas]
I'm not taking your loss, I'm not taking shit from nobody
I'm my own boss, grateful it's no hobby
I don't know God or whoever up there got me
This voice that can set it off properly, the tunes that'll
Make 'em come watch me, have 'em waitin' in lobbies
Just to get a flick with the boy, it still shocks me
I'm just a half-caste rapper outta South Aucks
A fucken Com' Sci' grad sellin' out tours
Had a little too much time not goin' outdoors
Listenin' to Death Row, 2Pac and the Outlawz
Thought I was dime a dozen, but they ain't found more
Still comin' to grips with how long I've held it down for
Shit, how long I've held the crown for
Big fish in a small pond, I'll take out Jaws
Apex predator of our shores
A lotta local dude's styles soundin' outsourced
No wonder why their buzz quiet as a mouse for
I'm tryna put on shows worth leavin' the house for
So you should think before you open up your mouth more
Sashimi Chef: everything that I put out's raw

[Interlude: Karl Pilkington]
Meaning of life? There isn't a meaning of life
If there is, don't worry about it
You're here now, aren't you? Get on with it
You don't get animals going about, do ya?
Insects worrying about why they're here
They're here; they get on with the job
You get a mayfly, it's only here half a day
You know that?
They're not going around, they don't—they don't
Wa—waste that half hour going
"Oh, wh... why am I here?"
They do their little job and then they die
Does me head in