Livin' Like I'm Dyin Lyrics

[Tech N9ne]
Just another piece that I wrote, ya know what I'm
sayin'
'cause this beat just wanted me to write it.

Livin like I'm dying tomorrow, ain't no time for no
sorrow,
throw on my platinum mavoda, rob a gram on my collar.
Spray Lucciano Suprana, holla at a mamma who's nanas
lover hot like carne asada scholar with a bra like my
tacara balla
I got a few dollas, I'm do wella my fatha taught us to
follow Qu'ran and not Osama Bin Lada.
My momma was not a bud of Islam, but God is her wata,
so why does the sickness got her like llama just shot
her.
Goose faba wusa, I gotta get out of this ra ra and fly
to hana, lu-lu inside a grata, bulu in five lamatas,
no yada yada, they ride on this ride and bob ya then
swalla, sun goddess the color of Shaba.
Then I popped a bottle of Mascota, run away on my
Yamaha vamanos I promisa I'm never no one to be monita-
d
by the blue colla coppa, we call em Erik Astrata, cha
cha, got a wad in my Levis and a nigga neva got ta
borrow.

[Krizz Kaliko - Chorus]
I'm livin' like I'm dyin' tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot
of livin' today.
I think I'm gonna drown in a bottle, and party like I'm
thinkin' bout goin today.
I'm seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin
in.
They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party until
then.

[Kutt Calhoun]
Man I party harder than Nitty and Gucci, Louie with
Henny, like I'm dying when I'm on one taking none of
them with me,
as sure as my name is Bloody Kutty Cal, you can picture
me partyin like its going outta style.
I, I feel like I'm the best who done did it, most under
rated and hated,
but if I die than so be it, then in my head I'm the
greatest. It ain't a bitch I ain't christened,
see the estate I've inventioned and if I die my eulogy
would be held at the Kemper man.
I've done smoke, I done drank and popped my pills to
extremities, still do. Every now and then I pop more
than Yosemite,
keep my foes and my enemies and the ones who pretend to
be, close to me, cause honestly there the ones who will
hinder me.
So hence forth remember me, this voice is fittin to be
his choice of energy, by him I mean all men.
Party like its 1999, smoke my wood tip wine, givin all
my thanks to god then saying Amen.

[Krizz Kaliko - Chorus]
I'm livin' like I'm dyin tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot
of livin' today,
I think I'm gonna drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin' bout goin' today.
I'm seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin'
in,
They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party until
then.

[Ubiquitos of Ces Cru]
Till summers end and the winter comes,
Till grey days turn to yellow ones.
I stay grindin' for mine I tried to tell them once -
to travel to the moon you got to face the elements,
and battle any goon you gotta cage the elephants.
It's elementary I speak with a certain elequence,
I smoke hella blunts a habit I've been develop since;
I was a young boy, playin' the silver ball.
See 'em stand, feel 'em fall,
Metallica, kill 'em all.
Huh, livin' like this is my last moment;
but a moment could last forever, snap a picture and na-
cole it.
Huh do what ever ya gone, sip on your glass,
hold it up, hit the side on mine get to tippin it back,
go in.
Huh, so many days we were sittin low,
better get busy livin' till the day you givin in and
you get to go where sinners go.
Pull in the cash, and then spend it slow,
better make it fast but them should know
matter no money yo, it's all expendable.

[Krizz Kaliko - Chorus]
I'm livin' like I'm dyin tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot
of livin' today,
I think I'm gonna drown in a bottle, and party like I'm
thinkin' bout goin today.
I'm seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin'
in,
They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party until
then.

[Godemis of Ces Cru]
Hold your breath count to three Ima kill it,
killa commitee, city chairmen, strapped with a gramma
glock and the trigger, bitch, a hair pin.
Three round burst, I aim it at your brain, spit it when
cock it I kiss so they call it, Sara Jane.
Livin' like I'm going down tomorrow, sit down and drown
in a bottle, go out and get anotha bottle;
I don't lead I don't follow, if I don't eat I get
hollow, I don't even play lotto, see Chief I need every
dollar.
Ya'll don't see me with a model or rockin a lotta
product, I don't smoke like I wanna, I'm stretching
this marijuana.
f*ck it I call it karma, if I wake up in nirvana; blood
is thicker than water, the mud is even more shallow.
I live in the moment and part of every opponent who
pass,
but I put the petal to the metal I got both feet on the
gas.
This could be the last verse that I'm writing like it
or not everybody's taking to rob and they puttin' you
right in a box.

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