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Strive to Do Well Video (MV)




Performed By: R.L. Buddha
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Justin Lord




R.L. Buddha - Strive to Do Well Lyrics




Comin' back from that nine to five
Writin' rhymes, that's like
Givin' blind the sight
To see reminder's light
And if I can fly
Then I can try and teach you that
And if I can lie
I bet ya'll probably see through that
Evil laughin' to the bank
F*ck it, put the cash in the safe
Where it's safe
Let's educate, levitate
From this F-in' state
That devastate, that's never late
When you never stay
Focused, it's bogus
Dreamin' and hopin'
Schemin' and smokin'
Free the emotions
Flee from devotion
If you put a gun to my head
Then I'll leave you to notice
I'm as cool as I always wanted to be
Yea, you have a problem
But don't believe that problem's with me
Uh
I got my own to solve
My own and my only fault
You kill me in search of relief
With no results
Now you got a problem you can't hashtag
Now you gotta get to know all's within
Just to hash that

As you can tell
I'm tryna' do well
As you can see
I'm tryna' be free
As you can tell
I'm tryna' do well
As you can see
I'm tryna' be free
This world get ahold of me
No consolin' me
This girl that's been phonin' me
Know I'm lonely
'Cause we all are supposedly
But we all aren't supposed to see

Money on my mind
But we don't think the same
Reefer brain
I be gettin' high like Aretha Frank
And I don't need a saint
Catch me with a divorcee
In three, four days
Bored, Lord need more waves
Of course I need more pay
Whole family in a craze
I can't believe what you say
When you deep in a daze
Dippin', dodging, feet on the pave
Gettin' dollars, I don't really see more to say
What do you reach for to pray?
Uh
But if we get to deep
Conflict, defeat
Might f*ck with your history
Commence the mystery
End livin' blissfully
I'm puttin' weed under your christmas tree
For your kids to see
That's just a gift from me
F*ck your litany, and literally
I'm gettin' higher than Saint Germain
Higher than Purple Rain
And higher than Kurt Cobain
Where I ain't got no problems
You concerned that
I ain't gon' be around
You too sure of that

As you can tell
I'm tryna' do well
As you can see
I'm tryna' be free
As you can tell
I'm tryna' do well
As you can see
I'm tryna' be free
This world get ahold of me
No consolin' me
This girl that's been phonin' me
Know I'm lonely
'Cause we all are supposedly
But we all aren't supposed to see
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Comin' back from that nine to five
Writin' rhymes, that's like
Givin' blind the sight
To see reminder's light
And if I can fly
Then I can try and teach you that
And if I can lie
I bet ya'll probably see through that
Evil laughin' to the bank
F*ck it, put the cash in the safe
Where it's safe
Let's educate, levitate
From this F-in' state
That devastate, that's never late
When you never stay
Focused, it's bogus
Dreamin' and hopin'
Schemin' and smokin'
Free the emotions
Flee from devotion
If you put a gun to my head
Then I'll leave you to notice
I'm as cool as I always wanted to be
Yea, you have a problem
But don't believe that problem's with me
Uh
I got my own to solve
My own and my only fault
You kill me in search of relief
With no results
Now you got a problem you can't hashtag
Now you gotta get to know all's within
Just to hash that

As you can tell
I'm tryna' do well
As you can see
I'm tryna' be free
As you can tell
I'm tryna' do well
As you can see
I'm tryna' be free
This world get ahold of me
No consolin' me
This girl that's been phonin' me
Know I'm lonely
'Cause we all are supposedly
But we all aren't supposed to see

Money on my mind
But we don't think the same
Reefer brain
I be gettin' high like Aretha Frank
And I don't need a saint
Catch me with a divorcee
In three, four days
Bored, Lord need more waves
Of course I need more pay
Whole family in a craze
I can't believe what you say
When you deep in a daze
Dippin', dodging, feet on the pave
Gettin' dollars, I don't really see more to say
What do you reach for to pray?
Uh
But if we get to deep
Conflict, defeat
Might f*ck with your history
Commence the mystery
End livin' blissfully
I'm puttin' weed under your christmas tree
For your kids to see
That's just a gift from me
F*ck your litany, and literally
I'm gettin' higher than Saint Germain
Higher than Purple Rain
And higher than Kurt Cobain
Where I ain't got no problems
You concerned that
I ain't gon' be around
You too sure of that

As you can tell
I'm tryna' do well
As you can see
I'm tryna' be free
As you can tell
I'm tryna' do well
As you can see
I'm tryna' be free
This world get ahold of me
No consolin' me
This girl that's been phonin' me
Know I'm lonely
'Cause we all are supposedly
But we all aren't supposed to see
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Writer: Justin Lord
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