Bright Day
Up at night, hope it was a bright day
My way, bitch I do it my way
Shake my shoulders, hey that's a lotta weight (hey, hey)
Monday money on a friday
Roll the window down so niggas know it's me
It's been a summer now she notice me (notice me, okay)
That's how it's supposed to be
Name another nigga cold as me
Potency, now she can't get over me (no she can't)
Fuck around I get you higher than my ego, yeah
Who are you?
Don't act like you know me please (you don't know me nah)
I might pull in a leather peacoat yeah
Ye-yeah, ask me what my zodi
I'm a OG, I put that on grove street
No agency, she pulled up just to pose for me
Call up mona lisa, tell her do my groceries yeah, yeah
Dada da, dada dada dada da (yeah yeah, yeah)
Dada dada dada da (I got me some money on me)
Hmm, yea (I got me some money on me)
The sky is orange, fell asleep under the sun
And then I woke up in another place
Hmm, you tried to call me
I don't mean to make you nervous
Ain't no service cause I'm outerspace
I'm way too trippy
Ain't nobody in my city fucking with me
And that's no debate
Hmm, I'm way too pretty
To get stuck in something sticky
That's why you and me don't correlate
Hmm, Now let me coordinate
Let me breathe, baby please, I got more to say
And sorry for the wait
Shit ain't easy, at least this ain't minute maid
I'm way too wavy aye
I could never fade, you can't take the wave away
And for the rainy days
You better, put your beef on a paper plate
It's BARI but she call me fine as hell
Yeah I just made a piece
Just for me, not for sale
YSL, got it on me you can smell
She can tell I count money on the scale
New sound, wavy like a seashell
For big smoke hit me on the email
Three AM I'm tryna make the beat build
Meanwhile sorry niggas sleep well
The sky is orange, fell asleep under the sun
And then I woke up in another place
Hmm, you tried to call me
I don't mean to make you nervous
Ain't no service cause I'm outerspace
I'm way too trippy,
Ain't nobody in my city fucking with me
And that's no debate
Hmm, I'm way too pretty
To get stuck in something sticky
That's why you and me don't correlate
Hmm, now let me coordinate (Yeah yeah, yeah)
Let me coordi- coordi- (Yeah yeah, yeah)
And sorry for the wait
Sorry for the- for the
My way, bitch I do it my way
Shake my shoulders, hey that's a lotta weight (hey, hey)
Monday money on a friday
Roll the window down so niggas know it's me
It's been a summer now she notice me (notice me, okay)
That's how it's supposed to be
Name another nigga cold as me
Potency, now she can't get over me (no she can't)
Fuck around I get you higher than my ego, yeah
Who are you?
Don't act like you know me please (you don't know me nah)
I might pull in a leather peacoat yeah
Ye-yeah, ask me what my zodi
I'm a OG, I put that on grove street
No agency, she pulled up just to pose for me
Call up mona lisa, tell her do my groceries yeah, yeah
Dada da, dada dada dada da (yeah yeah, yeah)
Dada dada dada da (I got me some money on me)
Hmm, yea (I got me some money on me)
The sky is orange, fell asleep under the sun
And then I woke up in another place
Hmm, you tried to call me
I don't mean to make you nervous
Ain't no service cause I'm outerspace
I'm way too trippy
Ain't nobody in my city fucking with me
And that's no debate
Hmm, I'm way too pretty
To get stuck in something sticky
That's why you and me don't correlate
Hmm, Now let me coordinate
Let me breathe, baby please, I got more to say
And sorry for the wait
Shit ain't easy, at least this ain't minute maid
I'm way too wavy aye
I could never fade, you can't take the wave away
And for the rainy days
You better, put your beef on a paper plate
It's BARI but she call me fine as hell
Yeah I just made a piece
Just for me, not for sale
YSL, got it on me you can smell
She can tell I count money on the scale
New sound, wavy like a seashell
For big smoke hit me on the email
Three AM I'm tryna make the beat build
Meanwhile sorry niggas sleep well
The sky is orange, fell asleep under the sun
And then I woke up in another place
Hmm, you tried to call me
I don't mean to make you nervous
Ain't no service cause I'm outerspace
I'm way too trippy,
Ain't nobody in my city fucking with me
And that's no debate
Hmm, I'm way too pretty
To get stuck in something sticky
That's why you and me don't correlate
Hmm, now let me coordinate (Yeah yeah, yeah)
Let me coordi- coordi- (Yeah yeah, yeah)
And sorry for the wait
Sorry for the- for the
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Writer(s): Yuri Stolk
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