T-Pain ft. NandoSTL - That's Life Lyrics

Yeah
Oh, that's life (that's life)
That's what all the people say
You're ridin' high in April, shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
Right when I'm back on top, when I'm back on top in June

Oh, that's life (that's life)
Yeah, and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks, stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, don't let it get me down (get me down)
Because this fine old world, it keeps spinnin' around

Oh, now I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself layin' flat on my face
I just pick myself up and get back in the race

That's life (that's life)
Oh, I can't deny it
I thought of quittin', baby, but my heart won't buy it
And if I didn't think it was worth a single try
Then I'd hop right on a big bird and then I'd fly

Oh, now I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out, I know one thing
Each time I find myself layin' flat down on my face
I just pick myself up and get back in the race

That's life (that's life)
Oh, I can't deny it
I thought of cuttin' out, baby, but my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothin' shakin' this here July
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die

Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?

One-two, nope, one-two-three, ah, I got it
Oops, there it is, found my groove again
Let's keep it a stack, lyin' in ya raps
Livin' in ya cap, rabbit in your hat
Nigga, you a trick
That's just what it is
This fight ain't fair in height, I'm colder than a (mm-hm)
They locked us up, the cell see us, I'm heatin' up (mm-hm)
Gave the pros the tools, they refuse to mix with us
Where's the logic in that? Eatin' fruity loops out of the bag (ah)
How can I afford to record, when I'm poor and I'm pourin' in glasses half empty?
Maybe I'm just pessimistic, maybe I am just too different
Maybe I shouldn't be makin' music, maybe I should just be listenin'
Maybe I'm not mean enough, maybe I don't mean as much
Maybe I'm not mean enough to the ones who don't think I means as much
Same ones that shit on me expectin' me to clean it up, baby, do ya love me?

Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?