-Verse 1
At the Sehraya, second floor, blowing strawberry hookah
Rings in the air, watchin' Leo Messi do his thing
With the round leather, Real fans frown but whatever
Their team gotta step it up to be kings

And I just a love good game, my homie right next to me
No words needed, no need to get weeded
Fly arabian women breeze by, playin' conceited
But who cares about it, as long as they ain't hidin' their features

Berlin City night time, where freaks leaving their leashes at home
Living the party life, I see what they're on
But it's okay though, my mood balanced, the streets quiet
A long stroll thru the 36, but I ain't feelin' tired

2 am in the morning, I'm comin' home
Fall asleep next to my girl, at peace, in a zone of comfort
Come what may, I'm feeling ready and rested
Orange juice and eggs are sunny side up when it's breakfast, knah'm'sayin'?


-Verse 2
Green's lit, in between shifts
We shoot hoops at the weekend, then have perfect dinners
That are steeped in tradition, cause Cee's in the kitchen
Culinary wizardry is the mission, throw a disc in the player

And zone out to some Kind of Blue
Playing chess, wine glasses clang, find me at a game
Cursin' out the referee cause the opposing center
Stood more than three ticks in the lane, you dig what I'm sayin'?

Blue and Yellow all day, Number 41 better play for us
Next season, if there's no NBA
Whatever, I put some cheddar aside to go places
Reward for hard work generates motivation

Patience, diligence, determination
Are cool, but you flamin' out, if you don't chill on occasion
So yeah, I can acknowledge the need to get the cheese
But I've been grinding all the time, so now I gotta do me and be free...


-Hook
When the daily routine is on timeout
You and your homies are on a night out
And the stress is all gone as you find out
Everybody needs a reward when they grind out
That's called livin' the life -
That's called livin' the life -