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Days Like This

 

Days Like This

(álbum: Diaspora - 2019)


[Khalid (GoldLink):]
Days like this (Yeah)
Man, I gotta vent (Yeah)
I don't have no friends (Yeah)
Guess that depends on the mood that I'm in, yeah
How'd she cop the whip, but she can't her pay rent
That don't make sense
You not making sense
Common sense, common sense
That don't make sense
You not making sense
Common sense, common sense

[Khalid:]
Know you see me tripping when I'm riding
I keep it lowkey, gotta hide it
VVS's on her neck, so she shining
She don't want power, she want love man
Mmm, nah, yeah
But I gotta be real about it, mmm, nah
Don't know how I feel, so I blame it on you

[Khalid (GoldLink):]
Days like this (Yeah)
Man, I gotta vent (Yeah)
I don't have no friends (Yeah)
Guess that depends on the mood that I'm in, yeah
How'd she cop the whip, but she can't her pay rent
That don't make sense, you not making sense
Common sense, common sense
That don't make sense, you not making sense
Common sense, common sense

[GoldLink:]
Yeah, a lotta streets hit back in '06
Turned thirteen, hit my first lick
Riding round the city with the stolen whips
Fought niggas before I had a first kiss
Sent a lotta niggas in the hearse, In the dirt, put it work
Now they dead in my head, never scared but prepared
No lie, I ride, I die, for mine
You slide, I slide, he cries, he cries
My niggas never switch up, keep that hiccup on my side
And she like me 'cause she know that ghetto bachelor keep her tight
Hands tied, and she know I bite
Hit it from the side, ride it right
Hands up on your thighs, got you 'till the light, we taking flight
Wear your pair of heels, you don't like it chill
Keep it real, you like better when I hit it with this hill
Knock it out, so baby knock it off
You know I'm a dog, with my paws
And I lick you jaws, get you out them drawers
Have a ball, I'mma do it all
Next day you 'gon crawl
Call my phone, have your pretty ass never leave me 'lone

[Khalid (GoldLink):]
Days like this (Yeah)
Man, I gotta vent (Yeah)
I don't have no friends (Yeah)
Guess that depends on the mood that I'm in, yeah
How'd she cop the whip, but she can't her pay rent
That don't make sense
You not making sense
Common sense, common sense
That don't make sense
You not making sense
Common sense, common sense

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