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Chris Travis

The Days

 

The Days

(album: Live From The East - 2015)


Two bottles of rain, she drinking champagne
If you trying to get money I'm on the same thing
Never care 'bout no nigga because they faker than bitches
And bitches faking they image, they on the same thing
It's the year that I'm coming, I feel it in my veins
Smoking something, I got it straight off the fucking train
Never stumbling, tripping, because I see the way
And if you in it, then bitch, you ain't gon' see the days

Can't move slow, gotta get the money quick
Money ain't shit but the devil and some cents
Guess we living in hell for the fuck of it
Bitch I'm sliding, check it on my damn bucket list

Neon Porsche with the bands and some other shit
Need a bitch with her friends, trying to double it
And if you want it then come and get it I'm bugging shit
Seen them up in churches, my nigga, you gotta go through it

Nigga who the fucking truth, smoking out the fucking roof
Riding through the mouse Like I'm on Scary Movie 2
Bitches be texting and calling, think I'm about to scoop
I just let the phone ring, bitch, like it's on the loop

Young Kenshin Travis, man, slaying when he in the booth
Making niggas feel bad, make 'em go and write some hooks
When you hear my verse, just know it left a nigga spook
Waterboys hot, make 'em red like Campbell's soup

Two bottles of rain, she drinking champagne
If you trying to get money I'm on the same thing
Never care 'bout no nigga because they faker than bitches
And bitches faking they image, they on the same thing
It's the year that I'm coming, I feel it in my veins
Smoking something, I got it straight off the fucking train
Never stumbling, tripping, because I see the way
And if you in it, then bitch, you ain't gon' see the days

Two bottles of rain, she drinking champagne
If you trying to get money I'm on the same thing
Never care 'bout no nigga because they faker than bitches
And bitches faking they image, they on the same thing
It's the year that I'm coming, I feel it in my veins
Smoking something, I got it straight off the fucking train
Never stumbling, tripping, because I see the way
And if you in it, then bitch, you ain't gon' see the days

Bring it back, these wack niggas is everywhere
Money coming down then those bitches go up in the air
Smoking out the pound, she trying to play in a nigga hair
Bitch fuck around, I'm high and I don't even care
Riding through the town trying to buy off the newest shelves
Bitch fuck around, I'm high and I don't even care
I'm riding through the town trying to buy off the newest shelves, bitch

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