LIFE Lyrics
I got angels running 'way, I got demons hunting me
I know Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33
I tell Death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me
I say, "God, that's a woman," I know she would die for me
They want a barcode on my wrist (Barcode on my wrist)
To auction off the kids
That don't fit their description of a utopia (Black)
Like a problem won't exist if I just don't exist
If I grew up without a single pot to piss in—pardon me for venting
Congress got the nerve to call theyself religious
Rich just getting richer, we just tryna live our life
[Chorus]
Mama mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocketknife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year, and then he died
I was honor roll, talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them'll get along
Mama begging him for winter coats
I was chilling with my nigga Spook, now they tryna take his—
[Post-Chorus]
Life don't mean shit to a nigga that ain't never had shit, yuh
Light don't mean lit in the dark, fight don't mean fists, ooh
Eyes don't see (Eyes don't see)
Eyes don't see, ice don't freeze
Light don't leave (Light don't leave)
I don't mean, lie to me
Tell me it'll be okay, tell me happier days
Tell me that she my bae, that I won't be alone
Tell 'em I'll be okay when he ask, "How's my day?"
Tell 'em that we the same, tell 'em that we not safe, d—
[Verse 2]
I got my grandaddy soul, I'm at war, that's on my mind
I seen Walter body cold, wish I could switch it with mine
I'm not worried 'bout no rap shit, distractions or waste-of-times
I still go to social functions even though I'm so anti—
No, I'm no Rihanna
The court gonna throw it like Donovan, down a bit
I just been modeling my whole career as if 'Pac was here
Studio monitors shaking
I raise the apartments, I'm Bono with profit
I made what I made in allotted
Amount of time, the same amount of time you was watching
So stop comparing me to people; no, I am not them
A lot of people dream until they shit'll get sh—*gunshot*
[Chorus]
That's life, Mama mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year, and then he died
I was honor roll, talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them'll get along
Mama begging him for winter coats
I was chilling with my nigga Spook, now they tryna take his life
About
“LIFE” illustrates with a more intense and panicked tone than the mellow and melancholy vibe of the previous song on CARE FOR ME, “BROKEN GIRLS.”
Saba continues to detail hardships he faced after the death of his cousin, close friend, and fellow Pivot Gang member, John Walt.
Furthermore—as referenced in the chorus—Saba’s uncle went to jail when he was young. His uncle got out pretty recently, but only a year after getting out did his uncle die in his sleep.
The death in Saba’s life propels the theme of “LIFE.”
Check out Saba’s official music video for “LIFE"—click here.
Q&A
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When I was writing the song “Life,” I made this shit in my bedroom. I had a studio in my bedroom, and I just started a beat. I did the drums and the bass. I was doing it, fucking around, and I guess the light bulb moment was, “This is kind of tight.” It was kind of weird ‘cause it was like a upright bass over some more trap drums. It’s like two extremes. And Daoud, who’s one of the producers that worked on that album with me, came into the room and he threw some chords over it. And I’m like, “Damn, this is like a real song now.” The first part that I wrote of it was the, “That’s life. Mama mixed the vodka with Sprite. Killed my cousin with a pocket knife.” And when I originally recorded it, it was just that and it was less hard. It was less hard. It was more melodic. A lot of times, I don’t know why I’m writing something. I don’t think sometimes, like, “This is the concept for this song.” Sometimes I just go and write, and those were the words that I had wrote. So I had to write a verse around that, but not really understanding what exactly I was even talking about or why I chose those words. So the next day, I just redid the whole structuring of it and I did the verse. And the first verse just came out good, to the point where it’s like, “Okay, you have to turn this into a full thing.”
- 2.BROKEN GIRLS
- 3.LIFE
- 4.CALLIGRAPHY
- 5.FIGHTER
- 6.SMILE
- 7.LOGOUT
- 8.GREY
- 9.PROM / KING