Told my momma that i’ll see ya ass on Friday Yeah Ill be back in the morning And i be in and out so don’t you worry bout where i stay Na either smacked or recording But i just feel like rolling up and down the highway on the sidewalk strangers looking at me sideways (Uh) Then its back to performing Im my own man now wasn’t that so important Is it a feeling from the sex or is it really just affection I’ve been growing used to all these physical connections Visible projections Tryna love you raw so there isn’t no protection Still didn’t learn my lesson how Cus these feelings is a weapon Dat bitch a smith n wesson Would you fuck me over is there even still a question now Na Like who u got next the least of all my worries cus my problems deep as lochness And I ain’t hit the rocks yet How could i could not stress i been puffin on the pot till I’m nauseous I don’t trust myself why would i ever trust ya process Do you love me is it no cus its not yes Looking in the mirror all i seem to see is objects Dam read the between the lines im a book with no cover If you thought i was the one you would look for no other Told my momma that i’ll see ya ass on Friday Yeah Ill be back in the morning And i be in and out so don’t you worry bout where i stay Na either smacked or recording But i just feel like rolling up and down the highway on the sidewalk strangers looking at me sideways (Uh) Then its back to performing Im my own man now wasn’t that so important You split my soul into pieces I fill the hole with these treeshes I wish you noticed Below this C-c-c-oldest Of Shoulders I wrote this I don’t even know why I wish i could forgive you but the shit you did it don’t fly So I’m on the plane again I just want this shit the same again Living outta two cities Working on the third How much a flight this shit like 250 But you know it ain’t no fun unless the stoop wit me So im always Traveling Dragging in All my problems who we was what we had again I had a friend I aint never had a girl Bitch dont get it twisted we would fuck back when i had the curls And kept it on the low like the after world All in the past now Cus recently these women change as quickly as my back ground Im back down Here you are still trifling Piping and gassing heads like its nitrogen I might pretend But what gives you the right to walk back into my life again Told my momma that i’ll see ya ass on Friday Yeah Ill be back in the morning And i be in and out so don’t you worry bout where i stay Na either smacked or recording But i just feel like rolling up and down the highway on the sidewalk strangers looking at me sideways (Uh) Then its back to performing Im my own man now wasn’t that so important

Just another day Sitting in the crib I been staring at the walls A bunch of shit I shoulda did But i didn’t Fuck Uh Just another day yeah Just another day How my sink still dripping and my window still broken And my bitch is still tripping and my friends is still smoking I cant even trust my own brain know I’m sayin Supposed to wake at 9 its 6 am I’m eating lomein whole grain cheerios only ate half the bowl dam Leave it until the mornig So what the fuck I’m finna do When time keep passing by and every step i take is miniscule Theres been a few And as of late my life feel like a interlude Paralyzed in bed i wanted to but i didn’t move Just another day yeah Just another day Till i fade away Like Kobe Bryant But id sure be lying If i say i ain’t afraid stay Watch the world burn From my window as my brain decay Just another day yeah Just another Just another Just another day Yeah Just another day Uh Just another day yeah Just another day So concerned wit just doing something It turn into doing nothing Im burning up in my kitchen And turning up in the function Wait I was supposed to go class n do the dishes Rolled some gas and blew a spliff of dis Waking up in the bathroom Like Moffy yo who these bitches is A waste of time I been taking mine Procrastinating This liquor like vaccinations Circulating through my veins Age is slipping through my hands And I been waiting for some change is it just another day I don’t think so Time is moving fast but i drink slow Where did all my blinks go Down the rabbit the hole Of bags n hoes do white with pink toes Uh I’d like to think though I ain’t do it all in vein If i had a second chance i would do it all the same But you know da rest Falling through the jaws of death Im feeling like I’m boba fett She blow me like a old cassette Hold me like a folded check I only live with no regrets My biggest strength’s my oldest threat Just another day yeah Just another Just another Just another day Yeah Just another day Uh Just another day yeah Just another day

I don’t need All that energy I just need I just need All that Hennessy Call back again to see you pick up the phone (Dam) I wish you would But I’m sick of the tone And I don’t need All that energy I just need I just need All that Hennessy Call back again to see you pick up the phone (Dam) I wish you would But I’m sick of the tone And Take it slow i been living on a fast track What is happiness a couple milli in my cashapp Keep ya change all i really want the past back I passed a couple blunts but i could never pass a math class Klapper where ya ass at They took me for a joke but in the end i had the last laugh Ha My life a circus Fuck a righteous purpose I been lying to myself kinda like the church is Rewrite the verses I heard you got advice for Purchase What kinda prophet this is usually the type with curses Heres a penny for u thots but i seen nicer purses But i been drowning in shots hoping u might just surface I don’t need All that energy I just need I just need All that Hennessy Call back again to see you pick up the phone (Dam) I wish you would But I’m sick of the tone And I don’t need (I don’t) Na I don’t need I don’t need all that energy and Hennessy Cus in the end all my friends turn to enemies I hate dependency I hate ya tendencies I hate a uh oh no wait i hate these visions that i tend to see My mother growing old And my brothers never mending deez ties Relies yall stretch truths kinda like some levis Wit a fat bitch innit Needa resize And na this aint the bus motherfucka aint no free rides lifes a bitch n every man for himself But cant mad at the hand that he handed himself I don’t need All that energy I just need I just need All that Hennessy Call back again to see you pick up the phone (Dam) I wish you would But I’m sick of the tone And I don’t need Uh I don’t need I don’t need I don’t need I don’t I don’t I don’t I don’t need I don’t need I don’t need