WhatDayIsIt?
Been at work for 48 straight, they might find my body
I don't know what day it is like babies in they mothers womb
Looking at the calendar like "shit I think my rent is due"
I ain't left my studio don't think I got no other rooms
Ain't too much to do when Darrion is in the dumps
Write a song about depression, nah I do that shit too much
Voices in my head saying, "you got to give it up!"
Like stop the steal motherfuckers who voted for Donald trump
I might be crazier than them because I follow blind faith
Ain't no hate inside my heart but some issues inside my brain
I'm a walking paradox the moment I create because if I'm an atheist
Then what the fuck I'm really making?
I try to bathe, in the light, but I live in Washington
I swallow water everyday like a hippopotamus
This weather so depressing, that's stating the obvious
So I'm always on a grind like a Nollie pressure flip
I gotta leave the state, before my head is scrambled the easy way
Running out of time while others cooking in easy bakes
I had to learn to work the stove, wood fired, to demonstrate
How I make a million off myself, the rainier records way
All I hear is Mocap, no mortal kombat
From these rats in the dirt, used to be in the trap
Wanting scraps from the trash now I feast on them cats
I'm with my dogs, so appalled, my dark fantasies back
Never get it twisted, heart cold, I'm a lizard
Paranoid when I wake up like conspiracy theorists
If the rapture really coming can I have a happy ending?
It's apparent that they tryna divide, corrupt the children
It could be the day that they take it all
I ain't never letting them take my soul
Friends turn enemies, brothers lose chemistry
Everybody losing control
It could be the day that they take it all
I ain't never letting them take my soul
Friends turn enemies, brothers lose chemistry
Everybody losing control
I don't know what day it is like babies in they mothers womb
Looking at the calendar like "shit I think my rent is due"
I ain't left my studio don't think I got no other rooms
Ain't too much to do when Darrion is in the dumps
Write a song about depression, nah I do that shit too much
Voices in my head saying, "you got to give it up!"
Like stop the steal motherfuckers who voted for Donald trump
I might be crazier than them because I follow blind faith
Ain't no hate inside my heart but some issues inside my brain
I'm a walking paradox the moment I create because if I'm an atheist
Then what the fuck I'm really making?
I try to bathe, in the light, but I live in Washington
I swallow water everyday like a hippopotamus
This weather so depressing, that's stating the obvious
So I'm always on a grind like a Nollie pressure flip
I gotta leave the state, before my head is scrambled the easy way
Running out of time while others cooking in easy bakes
I had to learn to work the stove, wood fired, to demonstrate
How I make a million off myself, the rainier records way
All I hear is Mocap, no mortal kombat
From these rats in the dirt, used to be in the trap
Wanting scraps from the trash now I feast on them cats
I'm with my dogs, so appalled, my dark fantasies back
Never get it twisted, heart cold, I'm a lizard
Paranoid when I wake up like conspiracy theorists
If the rapture really coming can I have a happy ending?
It's apparent that they tryna divide, corrupt the children
It could be the day that they take it all
I ain't never letting them take my soul
Friends turn enemies, brothers lose chemistry
Everybody losing control
It could be the day that they take it all
I ain't never letting them take my soul
Friends turn enemies, brothers lose chemistry
Everybody losing control
Credits
Writer(s): Darrion Parton
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