Lyrics:
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So now girl I brought you right back to my place and
Funny how music can take you back to situations
The song was Sizzla, "Just One of Those Days
the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say a picture's worth about a thousand words
Niggas talkin' like they really worth a thousand words
Come
I don't know what to do
Don't know where I'm
Don't know what I'm feeling
Need me a script
Body go numb
Way Higher than a ceiling
Need to come down
Aiming for the top I ain't really talking ceiling
Man I'm really talking space I want to be great
I wannabe a rapper and I want to live the life
Man
the earth until you fill the grave
A paranoid path down memory lane
Trick or treat bag in our fist
You’re living each day like its Halloween
Three of cups
page?
It's not about what you do, but who you get to do it with
I don't need a three day weekend to enjoy the life I live
know what about you?
She said "I don't care, if you're hungry, let's eat"
I said that's what we're gonna do!
But first you gotta tell me
What it is
and I've been doing that since I was small
Catch a flashback y'all, if I can recall
The days on the corner we watched the world go by
Or nights that
see me (yeah)
How your dreams be, you want me sexual
In a gun fight, two on three (yeah)
I'm next to pull, and I love life (I do too)
Something you
mother I was feeling it
The first person close to me to die I needed healing
But I see her as an angel when I look up at the ceiling
Like my daddy
Aight were in the studio ya know, look out the window theres 3 skyscrapers
So that means somethings about to get built up
Empire
Big Dadda/Ninja Tune
day by day, average it
The sun is so grand, ray by ray, immaculate
Have a sip
The sum of a man is day by day, average it
The sun is so grand, ray by
to go leave
While I speak about feeding on fiends that are teeming round me
And the three and the reasons that be
Are they seek all the keys that we seem
to day seen about a thousand souls just fade away
Say to myself if they had only stopped to pray and say
Oh Lord forgive me of my sins help to cleanse me
top of the ceiling like satellite
Saddled with the same niggas I'm schemin' with every day and night
Every show I counted on their companionship by my
double back and tell you about these unfettered years
One day I'll look back and feel something other than relieved
Glad that I left when I did before no
he'll come down
I'll have him do that you're welcome bye Bye
In forty days I'm going to
Be busted for three years
For refusing to cooperate with
never seen (woah)
I drop a band on my denim jeans (bands)
I got a diamond chandelier on my ceiling
Like bitch how the fuck you feeling (on god)
Like
eyes opened up finally
Brazy how you try to talk about me
I'm on top of the building, I'll put you in the ceiling
Up all the time so you know that I do
all don't eat
some day that we all would beef?
Did you know about the crabs in the barrow
they would hear me creep
it's a muthafuckin' war in these
Half one on a Friday, wasn't my day
I hadn't heard a word for three or four days
The irony, I thought you could be okay
Was busy being something I'm
get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow
You get home, wait a day, she's what you want to know about
Then you call up and it's her
her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow
You get home, wait a day, she's what you want to know about
Then you call up and it's her
to stunt - I don't need to front
There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important
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