CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Another Day
Yeah, brr, brr
Brr, who dat?
Lil Uzi
Uh, uh, uh
And pray I make it to another day
Shorty
Um
These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends
Lambo' truck on the way, getting sick of my Benz
Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame
Away, and pray I'll make it to another day
These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends
Lambo' truck, go away, getting sick of my Benz
Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame
Away, and pray I'll make it to another day
Hit the plug up so fast, he on speed dial
Withdrawals off the pills, I've been feeling senile
Feelin' like I ain't real, find the biggest building
And jump off, land on my feet, b*t*h, I'm chillin'
Takin' prescriptions, the Perkys make a hell of a difference, yeah, yeah
This is my real life, n***a, this sh*t ain't scripted, yeah, yeah
Well off that substance, I got substance, b*t*h, I'm gifted, yeah, yeah
My tallness made me rich, now my wallet a midget, yeah, yeah
Off the drugs, in deep, I ain't even reach my peak
Off the drugs, I'm geeked, I ain't even reach my peak
Too high, can't speak, uh
I ain't even tryna be mean
Just leave me lone with my lean, let me be
I sip so much codeine, it's in my pee
Now I'm having them lean dreams, wake up, pour up, repeat
These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends
Lambo' truck on the way, getting sick of my Benz
Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame
Away, and pray I'll make it to another day
These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends
Lambo' truck, go away, getting sick of my Benz
Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame
Away, and pray I'll make it to another day
I won't text you (no, ayy)
I might next you, yeah (next)
And I don't want no more (no)
I want less you (bye)
I won't press you (no)
I won't press you
I might bless you
Girl, you swear that you on (swear that you on)
You know I can flex too
Don't gotta impress you (no)
I can't fit you in my schedule
These girls keep callin' my phone (phone)
Somebody gave 'em my number
My girl, she bad to the bone (bone)
That booty big just like a Hummer
You in the kitchen and you whippin' them babies
Boy I got offered a bunch (yeah)
Murder, C, Murder, C
30K if a n***a really wanna get touched
Hey, stay with my pockets on stuff
Swear that my pockets gon' bust
Boy, I swear this ain't enough
Boy, I swear this ain't enough
'Member them girls ain't show love
Now they wanna give me hugs
A little more under them hugs
It's player pimp sh*t in my blood
Drivin' my car like a truck (skrrt)
Got that lil' semi so tucked
My n***as all in the cut
You only see me but it's bunch of us (ooh)
These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends
Lambo' truck on the way, getting sick of my Benz
Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame
Away, and pray I'll make it to another day
These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends
Lambo' truck, go away, getting sick of my Benz
Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame
Away, and pray I'll make it to another day
Brr, who dat?
Lil Uzi
Uh, uh, uh
And pray I make it to another day
Shorty
Um
These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends
Lambo' truck on the way, getting sick of my Benz
Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame
Away, and pray I'll make it to another day
These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends
Lambo' truck, go away, getting sick of my Benz
Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame
Away, and pray I'll make it to another day
Hit the plug up so fast, he on speed dial
Withdrawals off the pills, I've been feeling senile
Feelin' like I ain't real, find the biggest building
And jump off, land on my feet, b*t*h, I'm chillin'
Takin' prescriptions, the Perkys make a hell of a difference, yeah, yeah
This is my real life, n***a, this sh*t ain't scripted, yeah, yeah
Well off that substance, I got substance, b*t*h, I'm gifted, yeah, yeah
My tallness made me rich, now my wallet a midget, yeah, yeah
Off the drugs, in deep, I ain't even reach my peak
Off the drugs, I'm geeked, I ain't even reach my peak
Too high, can't speak, uh
I ain't even tryna be mean
Just leave me lone with my lean, let me be
I sip so much codeine, it's in my pee
Now I'm having them lean dreams, wake up, pour up, repeat
These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends
Lambo' truck on the way, getting sick of my Benz
Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame
Away, and pray I'll make it to another day
These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends
Lambo' truck, go away, getting sick of my Benz
Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame
Away, and pray I'll make it to another day
I won't text you (no, ayy)
I might next you, yeah (next)
And I don't want no more (no)
I want less you (bye)
I won't press you (no)
I won't press you
I might bless you
Girl, you swear that you on (swear that you on)
You know I can flex too
Don't gotta impress you (no)
I can't fit you in my schedule
These girls keep callin' my phone (phone)
Somebody gave 'em my number
My girl, she bad to the bone (bone)
That booty big just like a Hummer
You in the kitchen and you whippin' them babies
Boy I got offered a bunch (yeah)
Murder, C, Murder, C
30K if a n***a really wanna get touched
Hey, stay with my pockets on stuff
Swear that my pockets gon' bust
Boy, I swear this ain't enough
Boy, I swear this ain't enough
'Member them girls ain't show love
Now they wanna give me hugs
A little more under them hugs
It's player pimp sh*t in my blood
Drivin' my car like a truck (skrrt)
Got that lil' semi so tucked
My n***as all in the cut
You only see me but it's bunch of us (ooh)
These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends
Lambo' truck on the way, getting sick of my Benz
Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame
Away, and pray I'll make it to another day
These drugs are my friends, getting sick of my friends
Lambo' truck, go away, getting sick of my Benz
Let the pills heal the pain, and then drink-drive my shame
Away, and pray I'll make it to another day
