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      Days Like This

      GoldLink

      Album: Diaspora

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      GoldLink - Days Like This Música y Letra

      Days like this (Yeah)
      Man, I gotta vent (Yeah)
      I don't have no friends (Yeah)
      Guess that depends on the mood that I’m in, yeah
      Heard you copped the whip, but you can't pay your rent
      That don't make sense, you not makin’ sense
      Common sense, common sense
      That don't make sense, you not makin' sense
      Common sense, common sense
      
      Know you see me trippin' when I'm ridin'
      I keep it lowkey, gotta hide it
      VVS' on her necklace so she shinin'
      She don’t want power, she want diamonds
      Mmm, nah, yeah
      But I gotta be real about it, mmm, nah
      Don’t know how I feel, so I blame it on you
      
      Days like this (Yeah)
      Man, I gotta vent (Yeah)
      I don't have no friends (Yeah)
      Guess that depends on the mood that I’m in, yeah
      Heard you copped the whip, but you can't pay your rent
      That don't make sense, you not makin' sense
      Common sense, common sense
      That don’t make sense, you not makin' sense
      Common sense, common sense
      
      Yeah, a lotta street shit back in '06
      Turned 13, had my first stick
      Ride around the city with the stolen whips
      Fought niggas 'fore I had a first kiss
      Sent a lotta niggas in the hearse
      In the dirt, put it work
      Now they dead, in my head
      Never scared but prepared
      No lie, I ride, I die, for mine
      You slide, I slide, he cries, he cries
      My niggas never switch up, keep that hiccup on my side
      And she like me 'cause she know that ghetto backstroke keep her tired
      Hands tied, and she know I bite, hit it from the side
      Ride it right, hands up on your thighs, guide you to the light
      We takin' flight, wear your pair of heels, you don't like it chill
      Keep it real, you like better when I hit it with this hill
      Knock it out, so baby knock it off
      You know I'm a dog, with my paws
      And I lick you jaws, get you out them drawers
      Have a ball, I'ma do it all, next day you 'gon crawl
      Call my phone, have your pretty ass never leave me 'lone
      
      Days like this (Yeah)
      Man, I gotta vent (Yeah)
      I don't have no friends (Yeah)
      Guess that depends on the mood that I'm in, yeah
      Heard you copped the whip, but you can't pay your rent
      That don't make sense, you not makin' sense
      Common sense, common sense
      That don't make sense, you not makin' sense
      Common sense, common sense

      GoldLink - Days Like This Música y Letra

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