What a Day

Yeah, yeah (hundred thousand followers)
Okay, alright (Tennessee, you know I do the bill comma)
Dyllie
Okay, a hundred grand, hundred K

Yeah, hundred grand, hundred K, hundred bands, what a day
Underneath the sun, ain't nothin' new, but it's a sunny day
Tryna spend this money like He comin', He ain't runnin' late
DistroKid, cut the check, indie tribe, cut the cake

Hundred grand, hundred K, hundred bands, what a day
Look, chasin' after money make you run in place
Yeah, I just called my mother, said your son is straight
You don't break that bread up, that's a ton of weight

Had to double up on generosity when I upped the fee
Know He threw my sin inside the sea, left it on a tree
Demons, they be lookin' real depressed, put it on a tee
I can't treat the greed like it's a pet and put it on a leash

I just need some tender lovin' care, there's a lot of creeps
Chasin' waterfalls, lined in the mud, and then He scrubbed me clean
Yeah, TLC, I'm good, I feel like GLC
Laughin' all the way up to the bank, I feel like Peele and Key

Look, I was busy cuttin' up to Calvin, it was killin' me (it really was)
Think that's when I met the Lord but felt like He wasn't feelin' me
Made it hard to love the poor and widows, let alone the Lord
I was focused on the court and if He had acquitted me

Okay, I know that Yahweh made the payment, and He payin' me
To play with nouns and verbs and make a case to all the laity
Lay down all your greed, that's if you payed it if you patiently
Waitin' on a check, you could be faithful with your frailty

You see these Reeboks on my feet? I got three pair of these
But I didn't cop, my single popped, BYOD took care of me
Secured the fee apparently, and now I got security
Ten go to Melchizedek, ten go to a charity

Yeah, hundred grand, hundred K, hundred bands, what a day
Underneath the sun, ain't nothin' new, but it's a sunny day
Tryna spend this money like He comin', He ain't runnin' late
DistroKid, cut the check, indie tribe, cut the cake

Hundred grand, hundred K, hundred bands, what a day
Look, chasin' after money make you run in place
Yeah, I just called my mother, said your son is straight
Yeah, you don't break that bread up, that's a ton of weight

I just got a hundred thousand followers
Dyllie, you so musical, she ain't talkin' Oliver?
We got lots of chemistry, what is that, a polymer?
Indie tribe is in the house, like an ankle monitor?

Look, thank God for the platform, ink all in my passport
Industry is cold as Minnesota, better pack warm
Me and 'Vello, that's two W's like tax forms
Jon and Mogli tied the knot, need you to clap for 'em (thank you)

I pity the fool, I take that back, Philippians 2
Had some friends I kicked it with that disappeared like Freddy Adu
My girl sweet like honey in my tummy, feel like Winnie the Pooh
Funny like Arsenio, mixed with Mineo, makin' William 2

Yeah, oh, yeah, get paid off the internet like Comcast
Most the stuff I'm hearin' on the internet is bombast
Had a vision we in life in heaven, and we all last
'Course there ain't no internet in heaven, I said, "At long last"

Sheesh
I said bombast
Like bombastic, like Shaggy
I'm still goin' Bostic
Hundred grand, hundred K
Hundred bands, what a day