Life's a Bitch (L.A.B)

Got the keys, the car is on, this year feels like a marathon

You've got your left hand on my knee, we're spitting bars on hip-hop beats

Crash the speakers in your room, yeah, switch the TV off the news

My phone is going dead again, oh, won't you come to bed?

And then I'll say "I'm not romantic, I think love is too dramatic"