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Livin' (feat. Richard Vagner)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Richard Vagner
Richard Vagner
Violin
Colin Parker Barnett
Colin Parker Barnett
Electric Bass Guitar
Zak Howell
Zak Howell
Drums
Matthew Gum
Matthew Gum
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clinton James Harber
Clinton James Harber
Songwriter
Colin Parker Barnett
Colin Parker Barnett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Byron Filson
Byron Filson
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Herbonomics Richard Vagner Wake and bake Making cake Invest it all on real estate Palisades Escalades Stepping out in stunner shades Moving weight Liquidate Trust I keep my money straight Was your bitch worth the wait Cause if not amputate How you livin' Are you livin' it up Sipping on some syrup soda up in your cup How you livin' Are you serving it up Slanging in the city where the cops are corrupt They caught me slipping But my lips are sealed shut Making low-key dough laying low in the cut Got me tripping Grab the mic and erupt Fucking on these haters when we get rich abrupt We blowing chronic clouds out the exhaust Taking bong hits till the wheels come off Clear my head Get this bread Probably gonna end up dead Survey said Lightly tread Cultivation in my shed Sure as shit Never quit Fucking with that distillate Herbonomics livin' dreams with the Shredding String Machine 420 710 Racking up that dough again If I go to prison well Put me in a Ccell How you livin' Are you livin' it up Sipping on some syrup soda up in your cup How you livin' Are you serving it up Slanging in the city where the cops are corrupt They caught me slipping But my lips are sealed shut Making low-key dough laying low in the cut Got me tripping Grab the mic and erupt Fucking on these haters when we get rich abrupt We blowing chronic clouds out the exhaust Taking bong hits till the wheels come off Water hash dab full-melt with all heads Smoking blunts in tailor-made threads Ride or die Crash and burn Crucified Lesson learned Bide my time Wait my turn Someday soon the tide will turn Bend these bars Break these chains Usher in the winds of change I lost my brain Gone deranged Don't tell stories life's more strange How you livin' Are you livin' it up Sipping on some syrup soda up in your cup How you livin' Are you serving it up Slanging in the city where the cops are corrupt They caught me slipping But my lips are sealed shut Making low-key dough, laying low in the cut Got me tripping Grab the mic and erupt Fucking on these haters when we get rich abrupt
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