Die a Little

What the fuck you gonna do when I run up on you
I've been rapping every day my bedroom is the stu
Couldn't even stop if I really wanted to
I'm hot like it's October and I'm getting spooky boo
Feeling like a demon I'm dreaming my life is steaming
That's why I'm grinding for the future never sleeping
I feel like Drew Cary the way I carry the crew

Puff puff pass zooted off my ass
I write a song I don't go back
Let's jet passed
Looking at their face
I bet they're sad they're at that pace
Doesn't really matter anymore it's not a metaphor
I wake up every day and I'm a little sore
But a penny more
I write another check with lines
But I got plenty more
Wake up wake up yuh, die a little
Wake up wake up yuh, die a little
Wake up yuh, just another day
Wake up wake up yuh, die a little
Wake up wake up yuh, die a little
Wake up yuh, just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day away from the grave
Guess it doesn't really matter cus I'm getting paid
Wake up wake up yuh, die a little
Wake up yuh, just another day

What the fuck you gonna do when I run up on you
I've been rapping every day my bedroom is the stu
Couldn't even stop if I really wanted to
I'm hot like it's October and I'm getting spooky boo
Feeling like a demon I'm dreaming my life is steaming
That's why I'm grinding for the future never sleeping
I feel like Drew Cary the way I carry the crew



Credits
Writer(s): Donald Mcsheehy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link