Lyrics:
twenty-four-seven days, God is who we praise
Even though the devil's all up in my face
But he keepin' me safe and in my place, say grace
For the case to race with
Brick by brick I laid the game down
Ever since I been FRYD I ain't never came down
I see in 20 20 my vision so clear (so clear)
I see in 20 20 my
twenty-four-seven days, God is who we praise
Even though the devil's all up in my face
But he keepin' me safe and in my place, say grace
For the case to race with
and there I sought for the pay-streak of my dreams.
So twenty years, with their hopes and fears and smiles and tears and such,
Went by and left me long
I'm in my twenties with this flame that's a matchbox
And It's the same if you ask Rak
Cuz where I'm at I got the frame by a glass box
These doobies
Allah
God Almighty God Almighty
What an excellent Day
It's 2020
You can put that on the hair
On my chinny chin chin
I'm a win
I'm a win
You can put
would go away
Start a day, bad hands make it hard to deal
Sometimes I wanna pull it, end it all with a bullet
Hard to live life to the fullest with
would go away
Start a day, bad hands make it hard to deal
Sometimes I wanna pull it, end it all with a bullet
Hard to live life to the fullest with
or not. It might be another twenty minutes, all day at the mall
If I keep on goin', it would be nothin' at all, where they lived happily ever after
But
the room
Removed the noose not a moment to soon
Or so I was told too young to remember
A typical cold day 3rd of November in Scotland
Fast forward 6
the hell that he has had to live in for the past twenty-six years?
Man, he would be dead to me
I didn't sign up for that, I didn't stay on this journey
the hell that he has had to live in for the past twenty-six years?
Man, he would be dead to me
I didn't sign up for that, I didn't stay on this journey
this world with a grain of salt
Jesus gave me a wake up call
"It's 3 a.m." she said, "Who are you, Matchbox 20?"
She said, "Are you getting rest?"
a python
She knocks the lights out
But like the lights on
She keep my day short
Then make my nite long
Its that 808
Plus a splash of gold
Dirty money
Dirty
betray men
You screamin', I position, competition
Another day in the life, of the commission (commission)
We got the real live shit from front to back
betray men
You screamin', I position, competition
Another day in the life, of the commission (commission)
We got the real live shit from front to back
get paid
'Cause twenty-five eight
I been working all day
I been working all day
Twenty-five eight
Twenty-five eight
I been working all day
I'm just
Them people hating putting smiles away
I live my life like it's 4/20
Yeah I'm living every day like it's 4/20
Til they gotta smoke for me
Niggas
your eyes open
Infect every body mass destruction
Timeline of lies
Delivered prepped for your assumption
Forget the ghosts of times past twenty twenties
to die
Police lights litterin streets beneath my feet
Fifty stories below I can here them hollering, "Freeze
It's all okay, just give it another day."
They
betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Another day in the life, of the Commission
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my niggas
betray men
You screamin', I position, competition
Another day in the life, of the commission (commission)
We got the real live shit from front to back
Yea you can be here one day gone any minute
That's why I live everyday
Likes it's my last
Well, you could be here one day
Gone in a minute cause
South facin, red brick, number twenty
The road full o' cars, nearly always empty
Days o' bein daft an' silly
Readin' the Broons, an' Dennis an 'Oor
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