NO BAD DAYS (feat. Collett)
No bad days (yeah)
I think that I'm lucky, I don't got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain't on my road trip, and
It's kind of funny people throwing shade
I'm just doing me, I don't got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah, we off that bullshit
Top back, 85, that's the way we like to drive
Doing donuts, all the neighbors know us, yeah, we outside
Look alive, the freaks of the city they come out at night
Fuck a line, Fab Five Freddy, 1989
Time to show off, I'm so Warhol
So sophisticated, life is bitching, baby
Velvet rope, I'm ducking looking regal when I come in
And the peacoat, it's so London, I'll be leaving with a duchess, ah
New city, fuck it up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here for one night, stay a month (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spent my whole life on a bus (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Show time, run it up
Nobody wanna say goodbye
We just want to stay up (that's right)
Don't got to say goodnight
If you never wake up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I think that I'm lucky, I don't got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain't on my road trip, and
It's kind of funny people throwing shade
I'm just doing me, I don't got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah, we off that bullshit
Truck stop, gas station, always up to something
Highway 99, and we getting money
Desk job, cubical, nah, it wasn't for me
Rather crash and burn, go hella hard and live to tell my story
Bonfires, running around the woods, you know we pulling
All-nighters, and I'm a dreamer with my people, bunch of
Songwriters, oh yeah, we up now, sun down
Karaoke, singing oldies out at some lounge
Nobody wanna say goodbye
We just want to stay up (that's right)
Don't got to say goodnight
If you never wake up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I think that I'm lucky, I don't got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain't on my road trip, and
It's kind of funny people throwing shade
I'm just doing me, I don't got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah, we off that bullshit
Wee-oh-oh-oh-oh
Wee-oh-oh-oh-oh
Wee-oh-oh-oh-oh
Wee-oh-oh-oh-oh
I think that I'm lucky, I don't got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain't on my road trip, and
It's kind of funny people throwing shade
I'm just doing me, I don't got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah, we off that bullshit
Top back, 85, that's the way we like to drive
Doing donuts, all the neighbors know us, yeah, we outside
Look alive, the freaks of the city they come out at night
Fuck a line, Fab Five Freddy, 1989
Time to show off, I'm so Warhol
So sophisticated, life is bitching, baby
Velvet rope, I'm ducking looking regal when I come in
And the peacoat, it's so London, I'll be leaving with a duchess, ah
New city, fuck it up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here for one night, stay a month (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spent my whole life on a bus (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Show time, run it up
Nobody wanna say goodbye
We just want to stay up (that's right)
Don't got to say goodnight
If you never wake up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I think that I'm lucky, I don't got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain't on my road trip, and
It's kind of funny people throwing shade
I'm just doing me, I don't got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah, we off that bullshit
Truck stop, gas station, always up to something
Highway 99, and we getting money
Desk job, cubical, nah, it wasn't for me
Rather crash and burn, go hella hard and live to tell my story
Bonfires, running around the woods, you know we pulling
All-nighters, and I'm a dreamer with my people, bunch of
Songwriters, oh yeah, we up now, sun down
Karaoke, singing oldies out at some lounge
Nobody wanna say goodbye
We just want to stay up (that's right)
Don't got to say goodnight
If you never wake up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I think that I'm lucky, I don't got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain't on my road trip, and
It's kind of funny people throwing shade
I'm just doing me, I don't got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah, we off that bullshit
Wee-oh-oh-oh-oh
Wee-oh-oh-oh-oh
Wee-oh-oh-oh-oh
Wee-oh-oh-oh-oh
Credits
Writer(s): Dave Dalton, Joshua Karp, Ben Haggerty, Tyler W Andrews, Chloe Gasparini
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