That's Life
Bleu Lyrics


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You've got a job
That you don't really like
I guess sometimes
It keeps you up at night
The coffee's bitter
At the corner store
You'd think you wouldn't
Notice anymore
But with the traffic
Everything is worse
Sometimes you think
It's all an evil curse
You go to work
And try to stay awake
And all for minimum wage

That's life
Suck it up
You only get one

You watch a clock
Until the day is done
Seems like you
Hardly ever see the sun
The coffee's bitter
In the conference room
But not as bitter as you
Just when you thought
It wouldn't ever end
You find a ticket
In the paper bin
You never thought that
You could scratch and win
But every now and again

Limit one per customer




Cash value 1/100 of a cent
Redeemable before you die

Overall Meaning

These lyrics are telling the story of someone who is dissatisfied with their life, specifically their job. The first verse describes the mundane routine of their daily life: a job they don't like, bitter coffee, and a long commute in traffic. They try to stay awake at work and earn minimum wage. Despite the challenges they face, the chorus tells them to "suck it up" because life is short and they only get one shot.


The second verse expands on these feelings of dissatisfaction, describing how they never see the sun due to their long work hours. They attend meetings in a conference room with more bitter coffee, feeling bitter themselves. However, they find a glimmer of hope in a lottery ticket they discover in the paper bin. It's something small, but it gives them hope that they can scratch and win every now and again. The song ends with a humorous twist as the ticket reveals the fine print: "limit one per customer, cash value 1/100 of a cent, redeemable before you die."


Overall, the song conveys a sense of resignation to the difficulties of life while also encouraging listeners to find joy in small moments and not take life too seriously.


Line by Line Meaning

You've got a job
You have employment


That you don't really like
You don't enjoy your job


I guess sometimes
At times


It keeps you up at night
It causes sleeplessness


The coffee's bitter
The coffee has an unpleasant taste


At the corner store
In the local shop


You'd think you wouldn't
You'd expect not to


Notice anymore
Realize anymore


But with the traffic
But because of the traffic


Everything is worse
Everything becomes worse


Sometimes you think
Occasionally you believe


It's all an evil curse
It's all a wicked spell


You go to work
You attend work


And try to stay awake
And attempt to remain alert


And all for minimum wage
And at a minimum wage rate


That's life
That's a typical way of life


Suck it up
Find a way to deal with it


You only get one
You get only one life


You watch a clock
You stare at a clock


Until the day is done
Until the workday ends


Seems like you
It looks like you


Hardly ever see the sun
Rarely see sunlight


In the conference room
Within the meeting space


But not as bitter as you
But not as bitter as yourself


Just when you thought
Precisely when you believed


It wouldn't ever end
It would never conclude


You find a ticket
You come across a ticket


In the paper bin
Within the waste paper basket


You never thought that
You never anticipated that


You could scratch and win
You could reveal and succeed


But every now and again
But occasionally


Limit one per customer
One per individual client


Cash value 1/100 of a cent
Valued lowly, at one-hundredth of a cent


Redeemable before you die
Applicable for exchange before death




Lyrics ยฉ Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: WILLIAM JAMES III MC AULEY

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Bambie

When it's 3 in the morning
I got a couple missed calls from you
Just giving you a call back
Sometimes it be like that
You call my phone 3 in the morning like I need you
You call my phone when you want the sex, she say I miss you
You lay your head right on my lap and let me kiss you
It's been too long
Sometimes it be like that, sometimes it be like that
Sometimes it be like that, sometimes it be like that, yeah
Sometimes it be like
Baby you ain't gotta be like that
I got ya hands to ya feet like that,
I ain't know you was a freak like that
You calling me daddy, you calling me da da
I know you a savage, I know you a savage
Young nigga got it from the mud
Ever had dealings with a thug
Take this dick and feel it in ya lungs
From the back I beat it like a drum
Maybe when the money get involved, that's when feelings get involved
Hanging from the ceiling with no draws
Baby I ain't picking up no calls
9-1-1
Yeah
I got you calling 9-1-1
I got you calling 9-1-1
You will never find another one, you will never find another one
You call my phone 3 in the morning like I need you
You call my phone when you want the sex, she say I miss you
You lay your head right on my lap and let me kiss you
It's been too long
Sometimes it be like that, sometimes it be like that
Sometimes it be like that, sometimes it be like that, yeah
You be getting nothing but hard dick
Ride while you love to start shit
Diving in ya water faucet, diving in ya water faucet
You got that water, you got that water
I'm going harder, I'm going harder, yeah
I like to look at it
I throw a hook at it
You know I'm good at it, you know I'm good at it
Tell ya friends stop with the lies
They just tryna conquer and divide
Fuck you in the backseat of the ride
Lift the top back when we slide
Put ya hair down when we glide
And I got my hands on ya thighs
You call my phone 3 in the morning like I need you
You call my phone when you want the sex, she say I miss you
You lay your head right on my lap and let me kiss you
It's been too long
Sometimes it be like that, sometimes it be like that
Sometimes it be like that, sometimes it be like that, yeah
Sometimes it be like that
Baby you ain't gotta be like that
I got ya hands ta ya feet like that,
I ain't know you was a freak like that
You calling me daddy, you calling me da da
I know you a savage, I know you a savage
Speaking from my soul and my heart
Room full of hoes on my charts
Look at who I chose from the start
Shut ya fuckin' mouth don't you start
Say the bullshit for the birds
I don't give a damn what you heard
I don't give a damn what's the word
Stop it for ya shit be on the curb
You be trying to body ya emotions
Keeping shit inside when you hurting
After while it turn into a burden
Now you crying all up on my shirt then
You get in that water and I murk it
Probably think I do this shit on purpose
But tell the truth I know you don't deserve it
Tell the truth I know that I ain't perfect
Now you probably thinking is I'm worth it
All the pain lies and the games
Crying to ya eyes and ya brains
Crying ta ya mind til ya change
Just leave me the keys to the range
Pray you never need me again
Don't call when you move ten a chain
You just bipolar you ducking me over
My heart on a roller coaster
We took pictures you ain't post em
Sleeping with the doors open
You thinking bout leaving ain't you
You tired of me breathing ain't you
Yeah
Gone and shoot me
Cause I can't live without you



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SharLisa Wells

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Larry Overall

U RIGHT LISA but (SOMETIMES IT BE LIKE DAT)!!!

Trillo Beatz

This guy never made a bad song๐Ÿ”ฅ

Fu K YOU

He got some horrible ones. He have his hits tho

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Michael

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Judy Moore Judy Moore

My this dude got it. Love him

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This song will never get old to me ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™

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Fax ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ”ฅ

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