DAYS Lyrics

Okay

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yuh, yah

I've been trekking with my clique

I've been dunking on a chick

I've been triggering these sticks

And in the streets they gone glock

On that block I'm not going

In the GMC he go talk

Now they locking up that snitch

Poot go clocking in at work

I go bumping to the beat

They roll around with that heat

I got girls in my seat

I got philos in the street

I got bitches staying up

And fiddling with my dick

I've been blockin all this shit

In my head I'm gonna quit

Apocalyptic as shit

I'm eclectic as shit

Reading metaphysics

Then I'm on that blick shit is lit

Mind's enigma for hours

Feels like a black pit

I go cooling off by flowers

All pink where I sit

I go flicking up that gas

Kicking up my sass

Picking all this grass

I got ooze in my glass (yeah)

Shoes got some class

I go cruisin with jazz

I got blues and still I blend in with the rest

I need cash

Bitch

Yeah

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