What a Day
Today I feel excellent, better than I've ever been
Today I feel beautiful, what a day
My mind clear like usual, lot of energy
I'm walking through memory lane exuding empathy
This smile shining with exuberance and serenity
And I don't have no qualms with another when its love fundamentally
Tied to the tight-trope of symmetry
Steady both in mentally and sensory
And I don't fear a thing be it collective or respectively
Internally, externally, or existentially
Cultivating change introspectively
Questioning the I as an independent entity
Sometimes I'm blind to the rest of me
Yo, I'm floating through moments while clinging to time
I don't have no social life but I'm feeling divine
I'm feeling alright
Regardless of the sun in the sky
Regardless if the suns in my eyes
This is just a short song, coz I got things to do today now
Probably hang out with my dog upon the hill and watch the grey clouds
And I won't even smoke a J, because my back pain aint about, what a day
Hah
What a day, what a day
This is just a song, it's just imaginary
What a day, what a day
But now I'm gonna make it my reality
Let's forget this perpetual agony
Just pretends everythings all happy scenes
Don't resent, coz your blessed, give thanks and breathe
Today I feel beautiful, what a day
My mind clear like usual, lot of energy
I'm walking through memory lane exuding empathy
This smile shining with exuberance and serenity
And I don't have no qualms with another when its love fundamentally
Tied to the tight-trope of symmetry
Steady both in mentally and sensory
And I don't fear a thing be it collective or respectively
Internally, externally, or existentially
Cultivating change introspectively
Questioning the I as an independent entity
Sometimes I'm blind to the rest of me
Yo, I'm floating through moments while clinging to time
I don't have no social life but I'm feeling divine
I'm feeling alright
Regardless of the sun in the sky
Regardless if the suns in my eyes
This is just a short song, coz I got things to do today now
Probably hang out with my dog upon the hill and watch the grey clouds
And I won't even smoke a J, because my back pain aint about, what a day
Hah
What a day, what a day
This is just a song, it's just imaginary
What a day, what a day
But now I'm gonna make it my reality
Let's forget this perpetual agony
Just pretends everythings all happy scenes
Don't resent, coz your blessed, give thanks and breathe
Credits
Writer(s): Israel-isaiah Immanuel
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