How Was Your Day?

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Blk Jay

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Four seasons
That's the durations
I kept you streamin
Inside of my box
It's like a demon
Probably gone
Drive me slightly crazy
Crazy
Like The Weeknd
In blinding lights
I'm crashing
Thoughts of smashing
Taking over
Excuse me
Baby girl
Just Hol up
Tell me do you like
Your roses
Sent by mail
Or handed over
From the boy cuz
I'm more the
Type to pull up
On ya
Not to annoy ya
But to show I'm
More than image
On a phone you
Swiped right over
You like Toyota's
Look good on cam we
Good together
Take this Polaroid
Let film just roll up
You smoke, let's roll up
Take jacket from the boy
I'll tell you how I like
The cold cuz
It show you those who
Real or blowin smoke up
Chin up and struggle
But shit I got you
Like the police caught
The smuggle
You know I keep it
Real, don't see rebuttals
When you kick
It to me straight
Like that line
From me to you
We connected
Like your wifi
Connects when watching movie
Just get back to me
No playlists
Can put together
Words id send to you
So let me say this
Blk been seen as giant
In the presence of what they is
Still I look to you
To get me higher
Like the jay did
Admire all this patience
I been known to jump
At any moment
Of the day shit
Seeing you
Was lookin
At the queen I bow
Your greatness
Thinking of the ways
To make it you
Who I could lay wit
I just called to ask you
How your day went
Tell me how you
Day went
Don't mean to double text
I'm just tryna make
This count, just like
A double check
Im tryna stay
Ip in your mental
If I'm meant to
You applying pressure
Like the rent do
I'm tryna buss a pipe
Whatever cum wit that
There's a reason
You can't stand alone
In zones, in which a car
Can get congested
Like a stuffy nose
You make it all stop
And that's from pose alone
I swear
You make a jaw drop
Crack the concrete
Like fiend done drop his
F*ck it, that's besides me
I'm tryna make a home
Of where your
Thighs meet
Breast, them must be
Extra, like the fries be
Said yours butt too big
Shit supersize me
A lot up on my plate
Still have some room
For your surprises
So please surprise me
Im not a guy B
Im more the gawd
Of rap
But you unphased
By what guys call me
I love it
Fight for day
When you can call me
About the highs and lows
Or when you high and low
That's high but
Fighting blows
From this life
In which we
Call a home
Some niggas
Caught the chrome
They fell in love
Wit sending slugs
And so the street
Became they plug
For when they all alone
But im far from gone
You got a tone
That match vibe
My spirit pushing out
Hear these lyrics
Cookin now
No playlists
Can put together
Words id send to you
So let me say this
Yesterday I met you
in the the store
We spoke, the basics
Found my way
Inside your crib
You baked some THC
And told me taste this
Fucked you
Made it home
And now im anxious
Always felt
A distant memory
Was worth its weight shit
Now I feel the next
Gone tip the scales
In ways I can't miss
Lost inside my thoughts
Could stay in here
Cuz all I see is lovely faces
Tell me how your day went

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