Lyrics:
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
Lately I been, thinking 'bout GT3's
Chrome rims, South Beach in the middle of the street
Trippin' I'll accept them lil' penalties when I get 'em
The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowin' the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So
THE DAYS OF THE RAINBOW
Music & Lyrics by Andrea Bazzechi
Verse 1
These are the days these are the days we all know and feel
The future is ours but
Ohh
I remember I remember
Hmm
I remember missing
Tryna bring this to fruition
Three states
Eight days
Everybody in my business
I know what
Verse 1: Female
I sit by the window, watching the rain
Thinking 'bout the days when you eased my pain
Every corner of this room feels so cold
Since
yellow rocks in my necklace
Real gangstas drink 40 ounces for breakfast
I eat Fatburgers three times a day
So fuck you if don't like the
Red paint on my
It's a beautiful day for the race.
Stu Chan is the favorite today,
Assault is in there,
Dog Biscuit is three to one,
Safety Pin has been
in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be played by,
huh, a bassoon....
Three French horns play the part of... uhm... three French horns...
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
he's right there with you
Better days are on the horizon
The coming y'all
They coming
Do not be anxious about anything
But in every situation by prayer
Strapped to the dark
Blinded by fear and spite
There is a curse
It's chasing you for ages
Waiting for wonder
The ominous silence is breaking
know a song it goes one two three
Pick it up, made my mind I'm never coming back
Up with the stars is where I really wanna go
Pick it up, made my mind
[Intro Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
Destiny's cry, tearing through the night
Stars swallowed by the dark
Warriors of the soul, gathered here
With voices
the Dirty South representer
Who next to be i'm from the H
Where these niggas'll hide ya
Under the streets i remember coming up
From on the corner with thugs
Looking out my window pain
I can see a breaking day
For so long it wasn't there
Now I look into the scene
I see it coming back to me
Go and grab it
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
that his books was on
And three months later that nigga came home too
Ain't no limit to this shit cause now his dream's coming true
I'ma keep riding
his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I
Pray all day, pray for the Lord, your dad
She's coming for you, the angel of the death
Naughty, naughty angel
Feeling dirty by you
Please come for us
stern and justice stood
And people were behavin' like
They ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
day passes by
And a new day's coming on
At midnight.
It begins to tell
‘round midnight, 'round midnight,
I do pretty well
‘till after sundown,
I wrote this song by a kitchen table
Maybe it all seems okay
Sometimes it's better just to laugh than to run away
Maybe I'll leave you in the coming
Days go dark
Days doesn't go as it should be
Days are sad
It really doesn't work for me
When you live in rain
And seems you're always crying
Just
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