Young for life!

Once again it's the life, yes
(I don't know why I get so high off)
It's intoxicating, man, y'all don't know why you do what you do
(Get so high off, get so high, high off the life)

The allure of breakin the law
Is always too much for me to ever ignore
I got a thing for them big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses
In love with a V Dub engine
Man, I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted
Bey Venay kicks or them Marvin Kaye wrists
My women friends get tennis bracelets
Trips to Venice get they winters replaced with
The sun, it ain't even fun no more, I'm jaded
Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play
I put my feet in the footprints left to me without saying a word
The ghetto's got a mental telepathy
Man, my brother hustled
So naturally, up next is me, but what perplexes me
Shit, I know how this movie ends
Still I play the starring role in Hovito's Way

It's just life
I solemnly swear to change my approach
Stop shaving coke, stay away from hoes
Put down the toast cause I be doing the most: Oh, no!

I'm like a Russian mobster, drinking distilled vodka
Til I'm under the field with Hoffa
It's real, pillow-top him like a toupee
Mix the water with the soda, turn the pot up make a souffle
All y'all can get it like group-ays, your 2-way
I'm living proof that crime do pay
Say 'hooray' to the bad guy, and all the broads
Putting cars in they name for the stars of the game
Putting 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train
All in the name of love, just to see that love locked in chains
And the family came over the house to take back
Everything that they claimed
Or even the worse pain is the distress
Learning you're the mistress only after that love gets slain
And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust
Now it gets tough to ever love again
But the allure of the game keeps calling your name
To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain
To all the Christies in every city and Tiffany Lanes
We all hustlers in love with the same thing


I never felt more alive than riding shotgun in Cline's green 5
Until the cops pulled guns
And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need
What the game did to my pulse, with no results
And you can treat your nose and still won't come close
The game is a light bulb with eleventy million volts
And I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss
And doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain why, I just love to get high
Drink light, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice
I'm in the blueberry five, you blink three times
I may not even be alive
I mean, even James Dean couldn't escape the allure
Dying young, leaving a good-looking corpse, of course

- Jay-Z (Allure, The Black Album, 2003)