Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Days Off , by - Wale. Release date: 27.10.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Days Off |
| Revolution might be televised |
| But make sure if they do see |
| Them people see my good side |
| Black nigga with intellect |
| 6th grade I was Special Ed |
| 10th grade I was red as shit |
| Lookin' like a nigga just left Japan |
| Well goddamn, now I be the man |
| Now every bitch kickin' with me, and every bitch kickin it with me goin Mia |
| Hamm goin' HAM |
| Every visit to Neimans, I swear don’t even see a tag |
| When you’re reachin' your dreams |
| You got reason to brag |
| Ambition over everything |
| And I never plan on settling |
| And my wish is to have everything |
| And my only fear’s a wedding ring |
| Hopin' that my niggas see |
| Hopin' that these bitches saw it |
| Hopin' when it’s break in here |
| I got he same addition for it |
| Niggas think I’m slippin, niggas is lunchin' |
| Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something. |
| No days off! |
| No days off! |
| Heard they coming for a nigga |
| Bitch I’m Ray Charles |
| No days off! |
| Takin' breaks will leave you broken |
| And we can’t fall |
| No days off! |
| No days off! |
| Heard they coming for a nigga |
| Bitch I’m Ray Charles |
| No days off! |
| Takin' breaks will leave you broken |
| And we can’t fall |
| I used to sleep hungry in a bed next to roaches |
| Now I wake up, play a beat and burn a couple roaches |
| Permanently focused, learning while I’m going |
| And the word most important |
| Don’t regurgitate my sperm |
| Let me work that — no nasty |
| But I’m actually quite respectful |
| But you call a bitch a bitch |
| And real bitches don’t respect you |
| And that’s fucked up |
| But I guess that shit’s just tough love |
| Around my way, I’m cut throat |
| And what I did just ain’t enough |
| Fly shit ain’t not thang to us. |
| 20 somethin', no baby ma |
| Mama want me to go find a wife |
| I’m like sorry ma, this not the time |
| Can’t decide, take em out |
| G’d up, shake it down |
| Weed up, better make a sound |
| Greened up, I’m like De La Salle |
| Higher than high school |
| Mariah tunes and five flutes |
| Or 5'2"hoopers in light shoes |
| Never liked school |
| Reckless when I move |
| Where I from, it get cold |
| Niggas die over shoes |
| Niggas shoot over bitches |
| Bitches get niggas set up |
| Stuck up beat up and wet up |
| That’s why I never met em |
| That’s why forever I love seldom and trust never |
| And fuck whoever don’t put one hundred percent in |
| Nigga |