Another day
Another twenty four tryna ignore the mirror
Just hit twenty fiveTurning twenty six this year
Twenty twenty one and visions no clearer
Still chasing the bag
The one the mandem never had
Cuz we came up to crowns from rags
Now its rags into riches
I tell jokes for them bitches
I might leave your gang in stitches
Or out in the river
Deep where the water ripple
Sank cuz of holes in the middle
Nah bro that′s tragic
Turn man ghost from savage
Man turnt dust that's magic
Way out in the river
Where the sunrise shine bright and the light make the surface shimmer
And the birds stay singing
While a mans head tops ringing
Hope your boy′s good with the swimming
I'm not tryna swim no more
Still not sure what we're swimming for
I′m just tryna find a way out
And I don′t wanna live this way
Swear I'll make it out of the bits one day
But ill still leave your gang all laid out
Yeah I′ll still leave your gang way out in the river
Deep where the water ripple
Sank cuz of holes in the middle
Nah bro that's tragic
Turn man ghost from savage
Man turnt dust that′s magic
Way out in the river where the sunrise shine bright and the light make the surface shimmer
And the birds stay singing
While a mans head tops ringing
Hope your boy's good with the swimming
