CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Days Like This
Ride around town in that blacked out whip
Know it's not spring but I got that ice on my wrist
That's an olive skin chick, she attached to my hip
Roll the dice just to get to paradise like this
Ride around town in that blacked out whip
Know it's not spring but I got that ice on my wrist
That's an olive skin chick, she attached to my hip
Roll the dice just to get to paradise like this, uhh
They told me I'd never get to see (Days like this)
They said it was all a dream (Whole script flipped)
What's reality to me? (Nights like this)
I wonder where I'd be
If I had listened to critics who never made a difference
Courtside where the voice lied, better bench a gimmick
I'm real with it, your strings lifted put on a show
Jiminy Cricket, he's in your ear, passin' you quotes
Driver seat, I never sit where passengers go
Known to rap but I snap on hooks like Passenger though
Up-and-comers intercept like I passed 'em the flow
I'm tryna touchdown in the PJ, just pass me the dough
At lunchtime I had punchlines comin' out my throat
Nowadays, it seems bars just don't matter no more
If it ain't silver platter then it's over your head
"Mumble rapper" sound smarter than "wannabes," I guess
A lot of words for you to use for you to not say nothin'
Your lyrical spiritual miracle's lackin' the substance
Nowadays, the word "talent" way too much in discussion
Sorry if I'm soundin' bitter, I wish that I wasn't
Ride around town in that blacked out whip
Know it's not spring but I got that ice on my wrist
That's an olive skin chick, she attached to my hip
Roll the dice just to get to paradise like this, uhh
They told me I'd never get to see (Days like this)
They said it was all a dream (Whole script flipped)
What's reality to me? (Nights like this)
I wonder where I'd be
Ride around town in that blacked out whip
Know it's not spring but I got that ice on my wrist
That's an olive skin chick, she attached to my hip
Roll the dice just to get to paradise like this, uhh
Vision potent; you hear it, I wrote it
Lived it or livin' with it
My life in my lyrics, that's why it hits your spirit
Pen game like I ghost for the dopest around
Concerts been more than profound
Name escalated, my feet will never detach from the ground
Humble but don't muzzle my confidence
Ambiance got me bubblin' but it's troublin'
When idols slackin' and you start wonderin' where the muscle went
Guess it's my turn, so I'm givin' you one-hundred percent
Suicide the vibe when I get tired of it
I don't repackage mine, I sell the song and chuck it
Your favorite rapper predictable like I'm Mickey Dee's
I'm seven gourmet courses but won't force you to eat
They told me I'd never get to see (Days like this)
They said it was all a dream (Whole script flipped)
What's reality to me? (Nights like this)
I wonder where I'd be
They told me I'd never get to see (Days like this)
They said it was all a dream (Whole script flipped)
What's reality to me? (Nights like this)
I wonder where I'd be
Ride around town in that blacked out whip
Know it's not spring but I got that ice on my wrist
That's an olive skin chick, she attached to my hip
Roll the dice just to get to paradise like this, uhh
Know it's not spring but I got that ice on my wrist
That's an olive skin chick, she attached to my hip
Roll the dice just to get to paradise like this
Ride around town in that blacked out whip
Know it's not spring but I got that ice on my wrist
That's an olive skin chick, she attached to my hip
Roll the dice just to get to paradise like this, uhh
They told me I'd never get to see (Days like this)
They said it was all a dream (Whole script flipped)
What's reality to me? (Nights like this)
I wonder where I'd be
If I had listened to critics who never made a difference
Courtside where the voice lied, better bench a gimmick
I'm real with it, your strings lifted put on a show
Jiminy Cricket, he's in your ear, passin' you quotes
Driver seat, I never sit where passengers go
Known to rap but I snap on hooks like Passenger though
Up-and-comers intercept like I passed 'em the flow
I'm tryna touchdown in the PJ, just pass me the dough
At lunchtime I had punchlines comin' out my throat
Nowadays, it seems bars just don't matter no more
If it ain't silver platter then it's over your head
"Mumble rapper" sound smarter than "wannabes," I guess
A lot of words for you to use for you to not say nothin'
Your lyrical spiritual miracle's lackin' the substance
Nowadays, the word "talent" way too much in discussion
Sorry if I'm soundin' bitter, I wish that I wasn't
Ride around town in that blacked out whip
Know it's not spring but I got that ice on my wrist
That's an olive skin chick, she attached to my hip
Roll the dice just to get to paradise like this, uhh
They told me I'd never get to see (Days like this)
They said it was all a dream (Whole script flipped)
What's reality to me? (Nights like this)
I wonder where I'd be
Ride around town in that blacked out whip
Know it's not spring but I got that ice on my wrist
That's an olive skin chick, she attached to my hip
Roll the dice just to get to paradise like this, uhh
Vision potent; you hear it, I wrote it
Lived it or livin' with it
My life in my lyrics, that's why it hits your spirit
Pen game like I ghost for the dopest around
Concerts been more than profound
Name escalated, my feet will never detach from the ground
Humble but don't muzzle my confidence
Ambiance got me bubblin' but it's troublin'
When idols slackin' and you start wonderin' where the muscle went
Guess it's my turn, so I'm givin' you one-hundred percent
Suicide the vibe when I get tired of it
I don't repackage mine, I sell the song and chuck it
Your favorite rapper predictable like I'm Mickey Dee's
I'm seven gourmet courses but won't force you to eat
They told me I'd never get to see (Days like this)
They said it was all a dream (Whole script flipped)
What's reality to me? (Nights like this)
I wonder where I'd be
They told me I'd never get to see (Days like this)
They said it was all a dream (Whole script flipped)
What's reality to me? (Nights like this)
I wonder where I'd be
Ride around town in that blacked out whip
Know it's not spring but I got that ice on my wrist
That's an olive skin chick, she attached to my hip
Roll the dice just to get to paradise like this, uhh
