Songs to the Sun Lyrics

Life ain't real gotta have my last one

Reincarnate and revive and have fun

With the birds outside singing songs to the sun

Birds outside singing songs to the sun

Dirty old city with the dust in my lungs

Gotta head up north with the rust in the slums

Money in my pocket that's a blessing plus one

Cause the math add up and the fetti count dumb

Spend it on the business

Gotta trap where you're from

Got a heart made of gold

Wouldn't trade it for nun'

This the life of the kings

And my enemies shun

At the sight of my future

Got labels and such

Waiting in line for a buck off my clutch

Made a lot of enemies but I don't give a fuck

Made a lot of enemies but I don't give a fuck

Made a lot of enemies but I don't give a fuck

Life ain't real gotta have my last one

Reincarnate and revive and have fun

With the birds outside singing songs to the sun

Birds outside singing songs to the sun

Dirty old city with the dust in my lungs

Gotta head up north with the rust in the slums

Money in my pocket that's a blessing plus one

Cause the math add up and the fetti count dumb