Sunny Day

Slim
That's all I'm going to say
Yo this that
Drop the top in the summer on a sunny day
And let the wind breeze blow my problems away
That early spring morning pine sol smell while you lay
That three am woke up and heard the george lopez theme play
The little Einsteins castaways
The hathaways
You know that the boys get the saturdays
Michael jackson bad for my badder days
I mean my worse days shit
But the point I'm trying to make is that I'm nostalgic
That see how far I can spit
That fart noise from my hand under my armpit
Let's take it back to the kids
Cause these kids nowadays don't know how to be kids
And for my innocence again there's nothing I wouldn't give
Back when my problems consisted of making jumps that i couldn't
Or even bigger like figuring climbing trees that i wouldn't
Back then if theyd have offerend me the smoke man i wouldn't
But nowadays that's the way we all cope and we shouldn't
And i ain't saying its nothing wrong with the trees in the hills
But we was better when coping was climbing trees and the hills
To be honest I would trade in all the drugs for the thrills
And Netflix was better when they movies gave us the chills

Man this that last name ever and first greatest
This that back to back like I'm on Drake shit
This that jumping over Honda's like I'm Blake Griffin
Yo this that Wild west like I'm Will Smithing

This that mom I think I'm sick so I can't go to school
That acting out in classrooms just to show you cool
That boy stop running in my door you either in or out
Why are mothers scarier whenever they scrunch their mouth
This that grab a rake and go pick up them leaves
That do the dishes and try not to get water on your sleeve
That Santa's coming cause I still believe
That throw a pot of boiling water just to see if it freeze
That alcohol on your hands and light it on fire
That roll down a hill inside a old tire
That story teller cause my momma said i can't say liar
That mini me from Austin Powers like I'm Mike Myers

Man this that last name ever and first greatest
This that back to back like I'm on Drake shit
This that jumping Honda's like I'm Blake Griffin
Yo this that Wild west like I'm Will smithing

And I love the sunny beaches but I'm grateful for the grey shores
Can't use the elevator drunk stumbling up eight floors
I'm out here making changes that I swear I used to pray for
Second guessing hospitality like damn I should've payed more
Fuck it
That just mean I leave a bigger tip
Gave the bottle girl a sip like mama you need a shorter shift
This for legends couldn't live out they days like Pac and Nip
And for my brothers stuck in a daze like take the bong and rip
You want the truth then read my lips and I promise that I'll tell no lies
Sometimes when I need answers I just stare into my own eyes
Opps who? I'm busy winning ain't even thinking bout those guys
Hear rain hit the pavement and just listen to the road cry
They'll tell the stories of traveling artists
And one percenters arguing bout who traveled the farthest
Thinking about this verse it's definitely getting hard to harness
My people still stuck in one spot and been trying they hardest