Lyrics:
Yeah, I wake up and get geeked, I ain't even put my socks on, it's cold air all on my feet
Louie jacket cost me three, I put piss all on my teeth
I
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Feel like the harder I work
The smaller escape
The taller the gate
They say it's all in the game
And I should feel
where you tread
Ion think you want the bloodshed
Let me start off the right foot
Leading with my left leg
I got 2 feet
But I’m 3 steps ahead
But I’m 3
there
[Chorus]
Day by day, day by day
Day by day, day by day
Oh dear Lord, three things I pray [one, two, three]
To see thee more clearly [day by
or am my feet one inch off the floor?
Am I confused or did this room get smaller than before?
It's gettin' too hot out here, don't feel like anybody
by the seven where them drills bring joy uh uh
What you saying about the score? forty-three that's the opps maybe add a couple more Uh uh
You're kind
CORE FLEX FEEL
Breakdown of the mind
This tunnel is getting smaller by the second
I can feel my breath shorten
Smaller and smaller
CORE FLEX FEEL
Am
Vikings
Three of my classmates would have had to be injured
Before I could enter the game
If our number one quarterback heaven forbid, were laid flat by
pre-Onika (ye-ah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
the hook
(Let's go)
Okay now, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Watch me as I go and take a leap and I elevate
Be who I wanna be, read what I
It's so much fun when it feels like a game with foul play
But this couch has never felt smaller than today
And my feet are planted roots coming from me
card smaller
Than his palms with grooves
On it's surface the
Street is quiet, the sidewalk
Clean as he walks
He occasionally slows to peer inside
2 secs on my set have to spin it
Gimme that beat imma kill it
Gonna need more weed have to Bill it
I gave her 3 rounds then I'm finished
If she
But I ain't sitting here stagnant no more
6 am I quit the snoring and my feet hit the floor
See I wanna do a lot so I gotta do more
I gotta make
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
in your seat
3-2-1, feel the heat
In this groove, find your feat
3-2-1, repeat, repeat
Pump it up, move your feet
Pump it up, feel the beat
3
is old
Couldn't hold me back in Shackles like I'm tied with rope
If I was rap's messiah
Come back 3 days later
Haunt you hoes
Make you shake more ass
Couldn't hold me back in shackles like I'm tied with rope
If I was rap's messiah, come back three days later, haunt you hoes
Make you shake more ass than
-4-5-6-7-8 and back
Chances are, you've worked up a good sweat by now
2-3-4-5-6-7-8 and back
2-3-4-5-6-7-8 and back
2-3-4-5-6-7-8 and back
2-3
to the man he put a bag in my hand
Said son don't you understand
This isn't the way out this is the way in
Your doubling your troubling
Three hundred,
I will always be with you
I will point out the sweetest path
I know I'm always dreaming
Of a comet passing by
And nothing take my joy
Out
They've been circling
They've been circling
Since the day they were born
It's disturbing
How they're circling
Fifty feet from the pond
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
name
Every nigga is called Jaquees, Delonte, Sedrick
I got 3m
I got 3m shining on my feet yeah
You know I'm making noise on repeat yeah
Outta my way I
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