Just Another Day (feat. Mr.Abstract)
Just another day, neither clear nor gray
I'm just here again, wondering
If for me to stay why do I feel pain
Shouldn't this just be wondrous
Life's the thing we make, so is our mistakes
That's why we need to learn from them...
I just wish we could turn back and
Redo our lives
But we all know that we can't
That's why we living this lie
I just wish we could turn back and
Redo our lives
But we all know that we can't
That's why we living this lie
Late nights checking dossiers on my desktop
From the suburbs to summit lake on a deadlock
Sleeping problems so underground that my bed-rocks
My insomnias eating me 'till I dead stop
And my anxiety's killing me on that same clock
All my problems are turning up on the same block
So it's got my head spinning like it's a grip stock
And the way that I burn it, It's like I'm pissed off
I.D.K. what they crying for, even Dylo dropped the pillow
So bitch tell me, what are you sleeping for?
I'm goin' blow cuz I need it more
Armadillos with the shells cuz they encase em
And their bodies goin' roll the floors
Don't know the doors so I just explore
You gotta know the exits if there's problems
Cuz collateral gets the poor
And they tend to know what they looking for
So if I wasn't lucky, what was on me
I'd be locked up for even more!
I just wish we could turn back and
Redo our lives
But we all know that we can't
That's why we living this lie
I just wish we could turn back and
Redo our lives
But we all know that we can't
That's why we living this lie
I'm just here again, wondering
If for me to stay why do I feel pain
Shouldn't this just be wondrous
Life's the thing we make, so is our mistakes
That's why we need to learn from them...
I just wish we could turn back and
Redo our lives
But we all know that we can't
That's why we living this lie
I just wish we could turn back and
Redo our lives
But we all know that we can't
That's why we living this lie
Late nights checking dossiers on my desktop
From the suburbs to summit lake on a deadlock
Sleeping problems so underground that my bed-rocks
My insomnias eating me 'till I dead stop
And my anxiety's killing me on that same clock
All my problems are turning up on the same block
So it's got my head spinning like it's a grip stock
And the way that I burn it, It's like I'm pissed off
I.D.K. what they crying for, even Dylo dropped the pillow
So bitch tell me, what are you sleeping for?
I'm goin' blow cuz I need it more
Armadillos with the shells cuz they encase em
And their bodies goin' roll the floors
Don't know the doors so I just explore
You gotta know the exits if there's problems
Cuz collateral gets the poor
And they tend to know what they looking for
So if I wasn't lucky, what was on me
I'd be locked up for even more!
I just wish we could turn back and
Redo our lives
But we all know that we can't
That's why we living this lie
I just wish we could turn back and
Redo our lives
But we all know that we can't
That's why we living this lie
Credits
Writer(s): James O'connor
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