Sunshine
I been going through all this rain
Yea
But no thunderstorm for me today
Yea
It's a brand new fucking day
Yea
And the sunshine on me today
Yea
I'm sick and tired of all this rain
Aye
Bitch the sunshine on me today
Aye
Get my ass up in the morning to get paid
Yea
So much shine you bitches can't throw any shade
Yea
I feel like the weed and the beer ain't that potent
I cough and I cough from the joint
Till I'm practically choking
Hotboxing my lungs
I swear that it's different than smoking
Till I have no funds
But fuck it this whole world is broken
I don't get stuck in this puddle
Spit this heat it evaporate
Take your ass up like you on a shuttle
Hop on the mic and I fascinante
I got the balls to say that I ain't happy
I got the balls to attack all the factors that came at me
Fuck all you haters that had taken your shot it's obvious that your aim badly
I ain't surprised that you throwing your shade at me
My principle told me to stay classy
So suck on my dick till your voice raspy
Aye
Looking for new battle I have to face
So let's cut to the chase
The clouds been opening up on my face
So I keep my head raised
Like like
I been going through all this rain
Yea
But no thunderstorm for me today
Yea
It's a brand new fucking day
Yea
And the sunshine on me today
Yea
I'm sick and tired of all this rain
Aye
Bitch the sunshine on me today
Aye
Get my ass up in the morning to get paid
Yea
So much shine you bitches can't throw any shade
Yea
Ain't no cynical story
Come at me with negative intentions you bet it finna get gory
All that weed get lost like I'm dory
I promise you you don't want more beef
Might get stuck between my gold teeth
Cannibal showing no mercy
Aye
Been feeling depressed
Whoa
Got a ton on my chest
Whoa
Can't get out of my bed
Whoa
Raining clouds on my head
Whoa
I get a couple of hundred of views max and y'all get three times that
'Cause people think that you got big stacks
All you cap why you on that?
Aye
You say you fly as a wombat
But you got no lyrical combat
I'm asking you where your respond at?
Then you pretend that you beyond that
Now you swear you're a rapper
Huh
Bitch you get tossed like a wrapper
I get my glow and look dapper
Fuck this rain now the sun coming after
Yea cause
I been going through all this rain
Yea
But no thunderstorm for me today
Yea
It's a brand new fucking day
Yea
And the sunshine on me today
Yea
I'm sick and tired of all this rain
Aye
Bitch the sunshine on me today
Aye
Get my ass up in the morning to get paid
Yea
So much shine you bitches can't throw any shade
Yea
Yea
But no thunderstorm for me today
Yea
It's a brand new fucking day
Yea
And the sunshine on me today
Yea
I'm sick and tired of all this rain
Aye
Bitch the sunshine on me today
Aye
Get my ass up in the morning to get paid
Yea
So much shine you bitches can't throw any shade
Yea
I feel like the weed and the beer ain't that potent
I cough and I cough from the joint
Till I'm practically choking
Hotboxing my lungs
I swear that it's different than smoking
Till I have no funds
But fuck it this whole world is broken
I don't get stuck in this puddle
Spit this heat it evaporate
Take your ass up like you on a shuttle
Hop on the mic and I fascinante
I got the balls to say that I ain't happy
I got the balls to attack all the factors that came at me
Fuck all you haters that had taken your shot it's obvious that your aim badly
I ain't surprised that you throwing your shade at me
My principle told me to stay classy
So suck on my dick till your voice raspy
Aye
Looking for new battle I have to face
So let's cut to the chase
The clouds been opening up on my face
So I keep my head raised
Like like
I been going through all this rain
Yea
But no thunderstorm for me today
Yea
It's a brand new fucking day
Yea
And the sunshine on me today
Yea
I'm sick and tired of all this rain
Aye
Bitch the sunshine on me today
Aye
Get my ass up in the morning to get paid
Yea
So much shine you bitches can't throw any shade
Yea
Ain't no cynical story
Come at me with negative intentions you bet it finna get gory
All that weed get lost like I'm dory
I promise you you don't want more beef
Might get stuck between my gold teeth
Cannibal showing no mercy
Aye
Been feeling depressed
Whoa
Got a ton on my chest
Whoa
Can't get out of my bed
Whoa
Raining clouds on my head
Whoa
I get a couple of hundred of views max and y'all get three times that
'Cause people think that you got big stacks
All you cap why you on that?
Aye
You say you fly as a wombat
But you got no lyrical combat
I'm asking you where your respond at?
Then you pretend that you beyond that
Now you swear you're a rapper
Huh
Bitch you get tossed like a wrapper
I get my glow and look dapper
Fuck this rain now the sun coming after
Yea cause
I been going through all this rain
Yea
But no thunderstorm for me today
Yea
It's a brand new fucking day
Yea
And the sunshine on me today
Yea
I'm sick and tired of all this rain
Aye
Bitch the sunshine on me today
Aye
Get my ass up in the morning to get paid
Yea
So much shine you bitches can't throw any shade
Yea
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Writer(s): David Hernandez
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