I gotta get that bag
It's a thug life, it's a thug life
I gotta get that bag (sha-na-na-na-na-sha-ah)
It's a thug life (la-da-da-da)
It's a thug life (it's a, oh-uh-oh)
Ooh-ah
Sha-na-na-na-na-sha-ah
La-da-da-da
It's a oh-uh-oh
Ooh-ah

Tried to treat a man like baby
Feel the teeth sink in like rabies
Boy, you know you don't look fly
Dem gold chains turn your neck green, bye

It's different, reconciling with skeletons, I ain't know I possessed
I sought perfection out in ways I no longer accept
I understand what I neglected, times when I obsessed
I'm ready to confess, this fate is hard 'til I address
The biggest threat I'm up against is who I face in my reflection
Depression still uninvited, guess I'm always accepted
Can help but meet the feeling with the familiar embrace
But I know that it will kill me if I give in to my brain
I see the shadows inside, they touch me, tall with no eyes
They put my head in the water and I saw beautiful London
The sun reflecting off the corals, colors I can't describe
To make the darkness divine

Sha-na-na-na-na-sha-ah
La-da-da-da
It's a, oh-uh-oh
Ooh-ah
Sha-na-na-na-na-sha-ah
La-da-da-da
It's a
Ooh-ah
Sha-na-na-na-na-sha-ah

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Ciaran McDonald, Clifford Ian Fernando Simpson, Dominique Michael Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring