[Intro: Big Sean]
Ugh (Cannon)
[Chorus: Big Sean, James Fauntleroy]
As I look up to the sky
Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die
Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right
And my family live that life, la-da-da
As I look up to the sky
Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die
Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life
'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da
La-da-da, da
La-da-da, as I look up to the sky
I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Couple niggas on a hit list and bitches on a different type
Same shit, different nights, 'til I live a different life
"Sean, you lookin' tired," damn, homie, that's all?
I've been stressin' so hard I'm surprised I ain't goin' bald
Haters prayin' I fall, move back in with my moms
Take online classes and turn back into y'all, hatin'
I guess they want your lights out when you the plug
Niggas wanna catch you slippin' like they pulled the rug
From where they move the drugs, Buddha love
Niggas sleepin' with that MAC and I ain't talkin' 'bout computer love
Owe the wrong people, you a price tag
Now you pray to God, hopin' that you got a Christ tag (God)
Make it where I'm from, stay who I become
Time to raise hell, Satan ain't my son
Take a elevator straight up out the slums to a penthouse view
And have the fam there, too, ugh
Ugh (Cannon)
[Chorus: Big Sean, James Fauntleroy]
As I look up to the sky
Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die
Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right
And my family live that life, la-da-da
As I look up to the sky
Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die
Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life
'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da
La-da-da, da
La-da-da, as I look up to the sky
I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Couple niggas on a hit list and bitches on a different type
Same shit, different nights, 'til I live a different life
"Sean, you lookin' tired," damn, homie, that's all?
I've been stressin' so hard I'm surprised I ain't goin' bald
Haters prayin' I fall, move back in with my moms
Take online classes and turn back into y'all, hatin'
I guess they want your lights out when you the plug
Niggas wanna catch you slippin' like they pulled the rug
From where they move the drugs, Buddha love
Niggas sleepin' with that MAC and I ain't talkin' 'bout computer love
Owe the wrong people, you a price tag
Now you pray to God, hopin' that you got a Christ tag (God)
Make it where I'm from, stay who I become
Time to raise hell, Satan ain't my son
Take a elevator straight up out the slums to a penthouse view
And have the fam there, too, ugh
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