The Story Lyrics

G-Life was given his voice from the gods and was a gift and a blessing and he used it a lot

He never thought twice when you know it's time to go hard

He did drugs, did women, music was a second thought

He did mad shows, but he never gave it his all

He'd get drunk, get loud, and either brawl or fall

He didn't put in the work, ignore the emails or calls

And then he wondered why he couldn't make himself a star

So the gods stripped him of his power, they took that gift back

Too much riff rap, no pool party, splish splash

His voice was gone, wasn't long before this passed

His fame and his destiny all gone in an instant

No, he couldn't let that go

So he went on a journey to find the greatest band in the world

Yeah, he needed chops and strings, and he knew someday again he would sing

It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away

When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this bed I made

It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away

When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this band I made

G-Life, yeah, he journeyed and scoured

But with no voice, knowledge became his power

So he read up all the books, learned all about the industry

Begged the gods for his voice back, said it's killing me

Picked up his guitar and his ukulele

He didn't know much, but said he'd practice them daily

He found another man to jam

Into the master Q ball, violin in hand

So they jammed from city to city, getting his gritty voice back

But still kinda sounded real pitiful, getting real shitty, full wasted

They said you're falling for Grace, kid, so they separate ways did

More hurting, soul searching, more bourbon, still swerving

Working all weekend, trying to get his voice back, but hardly speaking

Leaping off the deep end, just drinking, no eating

It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away

When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this bed I made

It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away

When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this band I made

G-Life was in a jam, Pookie was the man

Eligh was the show, they won the respect of the fans

Family, they became us when the journey all began

Five years of touring in the back of a van

And when you think that things just couldn't get better

G-Life recalled the greatest violinist ever

Q rejoined the crew, it was the funnest

But the gods wanted the trio's wickedness punished

They snuck in and tried to steal his voice again

And got stabbed in the neck by G-Life's poison pen

Pookie popped up, gave him chops in his throat and head

Q-Ball bowed his head off and the gods were dead

Enough said, and they kept rolling

Ain't nothing wholesome more like fear and loathing

You love the product because the poison is potent

Debaucherous, now godless, the tires keep smoking

It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away

When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this bed I made

It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away

When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this band I made