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Manicured lungs, kings, knights, pawns Chessboard on the yacht, my socks Ralph Lauren Neck chillin', weather warm, Wrist frostbitten, I can't feel my arm And as if I gotta have my watch on, rag top droppin' the stone At that bitch house tomorrow morning, connectin' the dots of my world torn Protectin' the spot, my first born, because of him my heart warmed Because of him my heart torn, I wanna be with you every minute But I must provide so I need them mains, on the bus smoked out chillin' Next destination, instrumental spinnin' After this show I'm in the studio, right back to business Only way I know how to get it, this is life, isn't it Only way I know how to get it, this is life, isn't it Only way I know how to get it, this is life, isn't it Wrist frostbitten, I can't feel my arm And as if I gotta have my watch on, rag top droppin' the stone At that bitch house tomorrow morning, connectin' the dots of my world torn Connectin' the dots of my world torn Wrist frostbitten, I can't feel my arm Next destination, instrumental spinnin' After this show I'm in the studio, right back to business Only way I know how to get it, this is life, isn't it From Letras Mania