Any Other Day
7 a.m. he walks in Brooklyn
Comes up to me a bit too fast
Talking to himself in tongues and English
It's been seven days without I don't know what
Any other day
I'd talk to you
Any other day
I'd ask what you're going through
He starts to shout I'll slit your throat
Lucky for me, his legs are unwell
He can't keep up with a young buck
Any other day
I'd talk to you
Any other day
I'd ask what you're going through
Comes up to me a bit too fast
Talking to himself in tongues and English
It's been seven days without I don't know what
Any other day
I'd talk to you
Any other day
I'd ask what you're going through
He starts to shout I'll slit your throat
Lucky for me, his legs are unwell
He can't keep up with a young buck
Any other day
I'd talk to you
Any other day
I'd ask what you're going through
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Writer(s): Thomas Flynn
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