Lyrics:
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
of each story
Everyone believed in life day by day
But we would start it, we must start again ourselves
Go on the road
Good Bye, oh yeah, oh yeah,
Jewelry really cold, got me really froze
Like J. Cole, I think my neighbors know I'm sellin' wholes
Me and the white girl just eloped (hah)
Same day
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
I thought, “good grief”
J-Just ain’t my belief
Until I saw the holes
Inside his hand
Street Jesus
Street Jesus
Come on, come on, what you
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced out dog tags Presidential R
baby, yeah, and I'm spendin' cheese
I'm on my grind all day makin' money with ease
I'm grippin' on that wood grain, I'm sippin' on that good drank
staring at each other
J.D. rolled by and smoked black's brother
Reached in his coat and grabbed a 'port
Full speed down Reed, shot his mom on the porch
night
Mmh, you actin' like you can't call me no more
'Cause you busy and all of that
But you tryin' to tell me it wasn't good?
That shit is real
The kids was just starin' at each other
J.D. rolled by and smoked black's brother
Reached in his coat and grabbed a 'port
Full speed down Reed, shot his
doggystyle, hmm, que c'est good
Backwood, purple queen, hmm, que c'est good
J'matte ces noobs, ouai, j'les sens fake
J'reste focus, même, dans l'échec
Step by
I'm gung ho
They sayin', "Girl, you ain't Jamaican, accents got to go"
And I say, "Hell no, hell no"
I got Jamaica in my lungs, it's that good hydro
night
Mmh, you actin' like you can't call me no more
'Cause you busy and all of that
But you tryin' to tell me it wasn't good?
That shit is real
Gourmet special of the day is n*gga Souflee, pusher gotta pay
And the games people play, John J. back around the way
Fish filet, Mister DJ, turn it up
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
Stepping out of the whipping and piercing rain, in walks a wicked clown... Violent J.
One of Death's good friends they say (hey, look at that).
Gourmet special of the day is n*gga Souflee, pusher gotta pay
And the games people play, John J. back around the way
Fish filet, Mister DJ, turn it up
right and you know what's what, uh
You got me on some lay low stuff
You stood by me, all through that J-Lo stuff
Brush your shoulders off girl, go
Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touching that
Good day and good night, Ortiz, yo, where the fuck you at?
I'm right here in my Nike Airs,
J.D. came home with a Purple Heart, lost his good arm in the war
He spent his days down off Beaumont, behind old man Wiggins' store
And he'd smile
Like Isabelle Adjani
She glides by upon a bank of violets
With those eyes that see it all
And then she smiles
Like a bee with honeyed thighs
all day from a pot
Steeping slowly on the stove
Explored a cave into the bay
Along Canadian shield coast
Moss covered crevices line the inside
Have A Good Day - 赫兰 Holland
词 Lyrics：赫兰 Holland
曲 Music：赫兰 Holland
编曲 Arranger：maxrxgh
混音师 Mixing Engineer：赫兰Holland
母带 Mastering ：赫兰Holland
和声
I'm in the fast lane
One thousand two hundred sixty seconds
Till my destination
Pull up
Hope out
Walk in
No doubt
Today's gone be a good day
Cuz I
Say
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