LIFE

Twenty-two and confused on what to do
And how to set it up
Kinda drunk, sort of high
She's a broken Miss America
Never learned how to love
'Cause the answers are stuck
Behind closed doors
You can call it a night when the lights
In the club don't shine no more
When the lights in the club
Don't shine no more
When the lights in the club
Don't shine no more

She wrote it on the bathroom wall
In her favorite shade of lipstick l-IF-E
She wrote it on the bathroom wall
In her favorite shade of lipstick
L-IF-E, L-IF-E
Oh, oh, she just tryna figure out L-IF-E
L-IF-E oh, oh, we're just tryna figure out

Only dreams 'bout the lights
So he's having trouble getting up
He's convinced only Kanye knows how
To make it in America
Never learned how to love 'cause the answers
Are stuck in all of the lights
All of the lights
He will call it a night when the
Lights in the studio shine no more
When the lights in the studio shine no more
Yeah oh, oh
When the lights in the studio shine no more

She wrote it on the bathroom wall
In her favorite shade of lipstick l-IF-E
She wrote it on the bathroom wall
In her favorite shade of lipstick
L-IF-E, L-IF-E
Oh, oh, she just tryna figure out L-IF-E
L-IF-E
Oh, oh, we're just tryna figure out L-IF-E
Oh, oh, she just tryna figure out L-IF-E
L-IF-E oh, oh, we're just tryna figure out

She wrote it on the bathroom wall
In her favorite shade of lipstick l-IF-E
She wrote it on the bathroom wall
In her favorite shade of lipstick
L-IF-E, L-IF-E
Oh, oh, she just tryna figure out L-IF-E
L-IF-E oh, oh, I'm just tryna figure out