Arcade (Acapella) E-Dubble

[Verse 1]
Living life like minute by minute
Strong arm cynic
I pop eyes sans that spinach
Forearms big no tats 'bout business
Feeling grown when I sip a glass of that Glenfiddich
Pronounce it right like an announcer might
Avoid missteps like a fucking towson fight
Those cops like to lock you up and lose keys
Cipher in the cell police like who's he
I am a lot less than what I strive for
Life stalled but I got a lot to ride for
I know what truthfully holds the key
To my drive but my ride is rolling on E
And I don't feel a need to even fill that tank up
Life looking bleek but I still say thank ya
'Cause all we got now is that fucking moment
Can't wait for great and you will not blow this
We live

[Chorus]
One day to the next day
No light living life in an arcade
Stop playing those games save that change
What you need a joystick for, you are Pac Mayne
Running circles, jumping hurdles
Playing what you live but the real milk curdles
And that shit stinks, so stop drinking it
Can't you feel the lumps come on homey think a bit