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Lit & American Authors - Tastes Like Gold - The Life That I Got
Tastes Like Gold
01. Yeah Yeah Yeah
02. Mouth Shut
03. Do It Again
04. Kicked Off the Plane
05. OK With That
06. The Life That I Got
07. Get Out of My Song
08. Tastes Like Gold
09. Here’s to Another
10. Hold That Thought
11. Out of It
12. Let’s Go
Never had a ton of cash
Fancy gold chains or first class
I don't need Gucci
You'll see me in checkered Vans

Never made first place
Always won doing things my way
Taking home trophies
Don't mean shit if you've got no fans

Maybe I ain't got a lot
I never balled in a mansion or a yacht
But I'm in love with the motherfuckin' life that I got, I got, I got

Maybe I've been around the block
Me and my homies drinkin' forties in the parking lot
And I'm in love with the motherfuckin' life that I got, I got, I got-got-got-got

Riding high, scraping by
Warehouse parties going all night (all night)
Never had a backup plan
Live one day at a time (one day at a time)

Good friends, weekends
My girl leans in
Runnin' low on money, but I'm still all in
Feelin' high-class in my old Cadillac
So tell me what you think about that

Maybe I ain't got a lot
I never balled in a mansion or a yacht
But I'm in love with the motherfuckin' life that I got, I got, I got

Maybe I've been around the block
Me and my homies drinkin' forties in the parking lot
And I'm in love with the motherfuckin' life that I got, I got, I got-got-got-got

Maybe I ain't got a lot
But I'm livin' my life how I want
And nobody's gonna take away the love that I got

Maybe I ain't got a lot
I never balled in a mansion or a yacht
But I'm in love with the motherfuckin' life that I got, I got, I got

Maybe I've been around the block
Me and my homies drinkin' forties in the parking lot
And I'm in love with the motherfuckin' life that I got, I got, I got-got-got-got

Maybe I ain't got a lot
I never balled in a mansion or a yacht
But I'm in love with the motherfuckin' life that I got, I got, I got-got-got-got