Living for the city
Where the girls are pretty and the boys don’t give a damn
Oh what a privilege to be one of many
And no one gives a fuck who I am
This is the good life


Oh really
A bottle of champagne paired up with a philly
Roll tight with some shit that’ll make you silly
You don’t give a fuck go dumb in the club
Mad love in the club huh
Oh really
You think that make up somehow will make you pretty
And that bag that you carrying is really Fendi
You never buy drinks
All the dudes know your name and you’re thirsting for fame huh
Well let’s toast to the good life
What for if you can’t afford to be here tonight
All your cards maxed out but you party hard
Addicted to you image posted in mirrors like Oh God
Thank you for making me this beautiful
From the top of my head down to my cuticles
Empty souls like ghost ships in the night
Living in darkness but longing for the lime light

Living for the city
Where the girls are pretty and the boys don’t give a damn
Oh what a privilege to be one of many
And no one gives a fuck who I am
This is the good life


Oh really
You got mad racks and they stacked to the ceiling
Every girl around you is ready and they willing
And everybody know so you only live once though
The motto right yolo
Oh really
You only wear Jordan’s gotta stay looking trendy
A pair of glasses but your vision 20 20
Like watching TV they make it so easy
You’re swimming in your money yeah
yo you boast about the good life
Taking pictures with your middle finger upright
Spend your days chasing after Joneses
Fast cars fame money drugs you’re jonesing
I’m sure I’ll die before I understand why
People have such a hard time living their own lives
So I guess you’ll fake it till you make though
What happens if you never make it yo

Oh really
You got it on lock and you running your city
Just bought a new car dashboard 150
Yeah you in the bar you’re buying the whole bar
Then you jump in your car
Oh really
Did a little blow with a girl named Cindy
She in the backseat with her best friend Lizzy
Faced down feeling a little dizzy eyes getting sleepy
All you wanted was the good life
Sold your soul for some blow and then you took a life
Crashed a car on the road you never paid for
You momma cosigned on it after she got her divorce
Sirens approaching in the distance
Eyes open and the world looks shifted
You’re still just another face in the crowd
The only difference is they all know your name now


Living for the city
Where the girls are pretty and the boys don’t give a damn
Oh what a privilege to be one of many
And no one gives a fuck who I am
This is the good life