Bad Days Dont Last Lyrics

I ain't been feeling like me

Ain't Nobody checking up on me

For my pain get you stretched in the street

No designer red bottom my feet

I'll take a few bags for the feat

Take you out if it mean I can eat

If you love me go wack sum for me

I cool in the back of the V

I don't know what done happened to me

My childhood was tragic to me

If he play take my pole and I'm blasting the heat

Causing a tragic event

Cant get back the time I done spent

So I just try to not reminisce

Fuck the blood do a hit on my kin

say it's up I immediately spin

I can't see cause my vision it's blurry

people who I thought wouldn't they hurt me

I ain't stopping this car cause I'm dirty

Junkie happy pack made him get sturdy

I'm waxing the pack cause it's worth it

You niggas ain't trapping with purpose

The trap open come put in your order

Patients waiting they standing in order

I ain't been feeling like me

Ain't Nobody checking up on me

For my pain get you stretched in the street

No designer red bottom my feet

I'll take a few bags for the feat

take you out if it mean I can eat

If you love me go wack sum for me

I cool in the back of the V

I got it he think that I lack

He want smoke he get turned to a pack

He just talking he ain't really like that

Think they hard til I make they ass snap

Got yo bitch shakin ass in my app

Knew the trap never thought I would rap

You say fuck me ok then it's that

Ain't gon front like you kno where we at

We get motion can't do it like dat

Who the fuck yo kno do it like that

Take a loss and we get it right back

Lose yo life for my chain if you snatch

Build this shit up myself from the scratch

My only dream was to get in a scat

Ma if you reading this shit is too late

I tried eating what's all on my plate

Take drugs to relieve from my pain

When I'm gone I won't feel a damn thing

My name will get lost in the wind

I really don't got no real friends

Could go ghost and nobody would notice it

I ain't tripping I know I can't force the shit

put a gun to my brain and record the shit

I ain't been feeling like me

Ain't Nobody checking up on me

For my pain get you stretched in the street

No designer red bottom my feet

I'll take a few bags for the feat

take you out if it mean I can eat

If you love me go wack sum for me

I cool in the back of the V