Bad Days ft. Billy Dean Thomas Lyrics

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OE

Billy Dean

Let's go

Riding down the highway in the motherfucking fast lane

Waiting for the chance to say the motherfucking cash came

I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed

Making sure that when I die they remember my last name

Out late with my homies, laughing all the way through Back Bay

Waiting in the station, pacing, trying to catch the last train

I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed

Making sure that when I die they remember my last name (Yeah, yeah)

All up in this rap game, hotter than a gas flame

I been getting stressed cos I can't do anything halfway

Hungry for success but what would you do if you had fame?

Flying high the next second hitting earth like a crashed plane

Feeling like my dad cos I been carrying this back pain

Knapsack full of past shame, showing up to class drained

Burned out like an ashtray, don't know how to act sane

Why the fuck should I care what somebody on an app's saying

Still I gaze into this glass pane

About to crack, smash it in its frame

Ask the face looking back his name

Trying to ascertain if he wack or lame

I'm done acting tame

Acclimating to my aspirations

And my asthma making me gasp, I'm waiting

For this shit to pass but I'm lacking patience

Fascinating how I'm back to chasing this validation

Re-calibrating, then calculating

Your favorite rapper's assassination

On my Zero Dark Thirty, no Jess Chastain

Clean the plate like Cascade

Tryna be the greatest, Cassius Clay

In Mass masked up like masquerade on a Saturday, I'm back again

Riding down the highway in the motherfucking fast lane

Waiting for the chance to say the motherfucking cash came

I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed

Making sure that when I die they remember my last name

Out late with my homies, laughing all the way through Back Bay

Waiting in the station, pacing, trying to catch the last train

I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed

Making sure that when I die they remember my last name

Mayday mayday mayday

I been waiting on my pay day

Working hard like it's the slave days

People can't tell me bout bad days

I spent the year recovering from crashing (Yeah)

Checking myself the only way I'm cashing (Cash)

Bet on myself & I don't do the brag (Brag)

Don't leave my crib unless it bring a bag in

Questioning everything no one's asking

This shit is taxing

Money attraction

Need bigger figures cuz I'm done with fractions

You don't get pictures, I'll give you captions

(Pay attention)

Rappers I head crack em

Murder the beat stack em

Body & feet spasms

Tryna compete

With Billy Dean

You'll be average

Imitation flattery

Screen grabbing

That is a knee slapper

When I get hype they Curb My Enthusiasm

Shit is not a joke, it's a sarcasm

Larry David & I aim for plasmas

And platinum plaques

And yenom backwards

I stretch out flows like a chiropractor

I travel round the world I'm a black packer

Soon as I touch down give me Green Bay Packers

Building self esteem don't need a tractor

Turn words to a stream call the pastor

Gaster

God

It's a rapture

Can't catch up

Main squeeze no bachelor

Good day is Old Bay and cheese grits

And I don't need a big thing on my wrist

I'm tryna reach the sky like I'm Quidditch

Some days I'm down, but nah I won't quit!

Dean!

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OE & Billy Dean on a track is all you could've asked for

2019 came on the scene, fucked shit up, now I'm back for more

And I'm apt to tour

Get a couple more stamps in my passport

I score off the backboard as a last resort

This rap mature

Not after core fans of Macklemore

I am the coldest & you can see why, ay

This some shit you cannot buy, ay

When I rap I do not lie, ay

Please stay the fuck out of my way

Boy I never had a MySpace

These days I'm not sure I like Ye

But Imma Touch the Sky before I die, play

With my name, then we don't vibrate

I make

Pupils dilate when I switch the flow

Lotta folks telling me they see the glow

But it don't mean shit if you do not show

To the shows & you know that I'm coming for some motherfucking necks

If you do not like me boy I do not give a fuck about it, but if nothing else you gonna Show me some respect

None of y'all are really ready for what's coming next

If you stepping to me, you better come correct

Wrote a book, left a semester early, there's no questioning my intellect

And when I drop my next project, it's gonna be on some epic shit, word to Brecht

Still tryna find the best way to make all my interests intersect

And if you sent a text and I haven't replied yet, just give me a sec, cos I'm

Riding down the highway in the motherfucking fast lane

Waiting for the chance to say the motherfucking cash came

I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed

Making sure that when I die they remember my last name

Out late with my homies, laughing all the way through Back Bay

Waiting in the station, pacing, trying to catch the last train

I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed

Making sure that when I die they remember my last name