Lake Day

Turn left at the next exit
Oh no
I think I missed our turn
Pass me that, Pass me that
Roll another one
Ayyy

Only been worried about me as of late
Concerned that they'll label me selfish
I worry about all the favours they take
I'm getting too old to be helpless
Fake bluffs on the mountain side
Turned my deep climb to a living hell
Grass tufts under feet slide, to a steep slide, and they wish I fell
Looking down, pray for better days and a change come like a wishing well
Dedicated to the get back cause I'd rather that then to sit n dwell
Give a fuck about last year I was down bad, and my karma coming
Push the pedal to the next gear till the cheques clear, I'm still slumming

Blind eyes turned to family, with my shades on like I'm Stevie
Groupies all up on my line, wanna act right like they need me
Old friends wanna get in touch, bitch, get in touch with your TV
Old friends wanna get in touch, bitch, get in touch with your TV

Keep low, I hate the way they talk down
Tolls taken and paid back, in a dividend, like what now? (What now?)
Smile true while I still can
I seen their colours like toucan
Frutytloops and an ashtray got me
Marking beats like (Goddamn)
Count me out, better count me odd
I'm getting even on every yard
Doubled down n' I counted cards
This life is worth it, it's getting hard
Most of the island tried to desert me
Lineage linger with people that hurt me
Part of the reason I can't afford Burkley
Pool of genetics is scathing and murky

Scathing and murky (Uhhh)
Scratching and murky (Uhhh)
Wow
Ouuuu
Lil bitch

Blind eyes turned to family, with my shades on like I'm Stevie
Groupies all up on my line, wanna act right like they need me
Old friends wanna get in touch, bitch, get in touch with your TV
Old friends wanna get in touch, bitch, get in touch with your TV



Credits
Writer(s): Daryl Attrill
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