Living By the Day (feat. James Joint)
Yuh yuh one two three one two two three
I run away from all my feelings that's the usual
To write a song that's so appealing to the mutuals
Love erratic hide the anguish shitty attic
Pass the speaker crush the sorrow with my sneaker
I keep talking but ain't nobody listening
Walking in a circle getting nowhere
I'm sick and tired
Sick and tired
Make me feel so uninspired
Nah this shit what I desire
Don't give a fuck bout no pretty little liars
To find approval from dick licking bastards
Killing all my moves no one tell me their my master
I'm sending shots and scared of block
So they youth the crooked cops the serving rocks
The troops I salute
And maybe I would die to know i'm average
But maybe not
Maybe I would die out in Paris
But maybe not
Maybe not give this shit all that I got
Learn from shit that I was taught
Never fall for silly little fucking thots
Eyes open in the shadow tryna win this battle
Staying up all night making music writing lyrical rhymes
While I take my time while i'm tryna shine
While I am so blind thinking that this girl
Really is forever mine
Living by the day i'm dying slowly by the night
Fuck in pain wash away make it be aight
Yeah make it be aight clear my mind then I write
Don't know who the fuck to trust
So I do not know who right yuh
Living by the day i'm dying slowly by the night
Fuck in pain wash away make it be aight
Make it be aight
Can you make it be aight
Make it be aight
Can you make it be aight
I run away from all my feelings that's the usual
To write a song that's so appealing to the mutuals
Love erratic hide the anguish shitty attic
Pass the speaker crush the sorrow with my sneaker
I keep talking but ain't nobody listening
Walking in a circle getting nowhere
I'm sick and tired
Sick and tired
Make me feel so uninspired
Nah this shit what I desire
Don't give a fuck bout no pretty little liars
To find approval from dick licking bastards
Killing all my moves no one tell me their my master
I'm sending shots and scared of block
So they youth the crooked cops the serving rocks
The troops I salute
And maybe I would die to know i'm average
But maybe not
Maybe I would die out in Paris
But maybe not
Maybe not give this shit all that I got
Learn from shit that I was taught
Never fall for silly little fucking thots
Eyes open in the shadow tryna win this battle
Staying up all night making music writing lyrical rhymes
While I take my time while i'm tryna shine
While I am so blind thinking that this girl
Really is forever mine
Living by the day i'm dying slowly by the night
Fuck in pain wash away make it be aight
Yeah make it be aight clear my mind then I write
Don't know who the fuck to trust
So I do not know who right yuh
Living by the day i'm dying slowly by the night
Fuck in pain wash away make it be aight
Make it be aight
Can you make it be aight
Make it be aight
Can you make it be aight
Credits
Writer(s): Isac Najera
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