G Life - The Story Lyrics

G-Life was given his voice from the gods and was a gift and a blessing and he used it a lot
He never thought twice when you know it's time to go hard
He did drugs, did women, music was a second thought
He did mad shows, but he never gave it his all
He'd get drunk, get loud, and either brawl or fall
He didn't put in the work, ignore the emails or calls
And then he wondered why he couldn't make himself a star
So the gods stripped him of his power, they took that gift back
Too much riff rap, no pool party, splish splash
His voice was gone, wasn't long before this passed
His fame and his destiny all gone in an instant
No, he couldn't let that go
So he went on a journey to find the greatest band in the world
Yeah, he needed chops and strings, and he knew someday again he would sing
It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away
When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this bed I made
It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away
When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this band I made
G-Life, yeah, he journeyed and scoured
But with no voice, knowledge became his power
So he read up all the books, learned all about the industry
Begged the gods for his voice back, said it's killing me
Picked up his guitar and his ukulele
He didn't know much, but said he'd practice them daily
He found another man to jam
Into the master Q ball, violin in hand
So they jammed from city to city, getting his gritty voice back
But still kinda sounded real pitiful, getting real shitty, full wasted
They said you're falling for Grace, kid, so they separate ways did
More hurting, soul searching, more bourbon, still swerving
Working all weekend, trying to get his voice back, but hardly speaking
Leaping off the deep end, just drinking, no eating
It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away
When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this bed I made
It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away
When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this band I made
G-Life was in a jam, Pookie was the man
Eligh was the show, they won the respect of the fans
Family, they became us when the journey all began
Five years of touring in the back of a van
And when you think that things just couldn't get better
G-Life recalled the greatest violinist ever
Q rejoined the crew, it was the funnest
But the gods wanted the trio's wickedness punished
They snuck in and tried to steal his voice again
And got stabbed in the neck by G-Life's poison pen
Pookie popped up, gave him chops in his throat and head
Q-Ball bowed his head off and the gods were dead
Enough said, and they kept rolling
Ain't nothing wholesome more like fear and loathing
You love the product because the poison is potent
Debaucherous, now godless, the tires keep smoking
It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away
When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this bed I made
It was a long, long time ago, in a place not far away
When I first heard from Grace, and now I lay in this band I made