New Day (feat. Illa J)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, ooh...
Yeah
Thinking in a new way
My own thoughts create my world
Don't care what you say
What a crazy Tuesday, two verses and two takes
Sloppy friend on paper, and you're searching since the 12th grade
Used to want to have expensive things, now I want to be healthy
Used to acquire diamonds, now I just give her that good day
I'm all about getting the fuck shit could, uh
Would be nice to smoke a cigar, look up at the sun (at the sun)
Patch me up, I'll stroke my guitar, write a fancy song
It's all about a new day, thinking about a souffle
It's early morning, Tuesday
Blink, close my eyes opening up, and I'm all out of toothpaste
Flossing my teeth, thinking 'bout how the truth tastes
Hundred dollar bill looking sad with a blue face
Money is an illusion, it's worth whatever you say
Other than yourself, who gives a fuck me and my new way?
My own thoughts create my worlds, don't care what you say
What a crazy Tuesday, two verses and two takes
Sloppy friend on paper, and you're searching since the 12th grade
Used to want to have expensive things, now I want to be healthy
Used to acquire diamonds, now I just give her that good day
I'm all about getting the fuck shit could, uh
Would be nice
Would be nice
Would be nice
Look up at the sun (at the sun)
Yeah, ooh...
Yeah
Thinking in a new way
My own thoughts create my world
Don't care what you say
What a crazy Tuesday, two verses and two takes
Sloppy friend on paper, and you're searching since the 12th grade
Used to want to have expensive things, now I want to be healthy
Used to acquire diamonds, now I just give her that good day
I'm all about getting the fuck shit could, uh
Would be nice to smoke a cigar, look up at the sun (at the sun)
Patch me up, I'll stroke my guitar, write a fancy song
It's all about a new day, thinking about a souffle
It's early morning, Tuesday
Blink, close my eyes opening up, and I'm all out of toothpaste
Flossing my teeth, thinking 'bout how the truth tastes
Hundred dollar bill looking sad with a blue face
Money is an illusion, it's worth whatever you say
Other than yourself, who gives a fuck me and my new way?
My own thoughts create my worlds, don't care what you say
What a crazy Tuesday, two verses and two takes
Sloppy friend on paper, and you're searching since the 12th grade
Used to want to have expensive things, now I want to be healthy
Used to acquire diamonds, now I just give her that good day
I'm all about getting the fuck shit could, uh
Would be nice
Would be nice
Would be nice
Look up at the sun (at the sun)
Credits
Writer(s): Allan Todd Koppelberger, Marty Funderbunk
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