Lyrics Pretty Long Day - Angelo Mota

Pretty Long Day

Do I ever make you feel anxious?
Hop in and, hop in and ride out, ride out, ride
Do I ever make you feel anxious?
Hop in and, hop in and ride out, ride out, ride
Do I ever make you feel anxious?
We were 17, pipe dream on a boat
Headed out to see, can’t you see we can float?
(Do I ever make you feel anxious?)
We were 17, pipe dream on a boat
Headed out to see, can’t you see we can float?
(Do I ever make you feel anxious?)
We were 17, pipe dream on a boat
(Hop in and, hop in and ride out, ride out, ride)
Headed out to see, can’t you see we can float?
(Do I ever make you feel anxious?)
We were 17, pipe dream on a boat
(Hop in and, hop in and ride out, ride out, ride)
Headed out to see, can’t you see we can float?
(Do I ever make you feel anxious?)
I can’t make love to ya 'less I love ya so for now we only fuckin'
Do I ever make you feel anxious?
I can’t make love to ya 'less I love ya so for now we only fuckin'
Do I ever make you feel anxious?
Hey hon', just calling you back to chat.
Can you still change your voicemail
message?
It’s like, I don’t know, so low energy, sound depressed.
I don’t think you want people to think you’re depressed, do you?
Anyway, hello?
I’ve had a pretty long day
I made peace with Auntie May
I’m gon' keep my city safe while Uncle Ben rolls in his grave
And that’s a pretty long way from the bottom, can I say?
Kumbaya and namaste, turn to Ali Bomaye
And I was pissy on brake
Made my way through half a case
I was stumbling through the place
I was lonely 'til I bumped into this pretty young thing
Hydroplane and pump my brakes
I was swerving through that traffic
All I picture was your face
And that’s a pretty long day
I went the pretty wrong way
I’ve had a pretty long day
I made peace with Auntie May
I’m gon' keep my city safe while Uncle Ben rolls in his grave
And that’s a pretty long day
But why the pretty long face?
I’ve had a pretty long day
I made peace with Auntie May
I’m gon' keep my city safe while Uncle Ben rolls in his grave
And that’s a pretty long way from the bottom, can I say?
Kumbaya and namaste, turn to Ali Bomaye
And I was pissy on brake
Made my way through half a case
I was stumbling through the place
I was lonely 'til I bumped into this pretty young thing
Hydroplane and pump my brakes
I had spun into that traffic
All I picture was your face and that’s a
Product of a drug fueled night
Swear I should’ve use headlights
Driving down the street, eyes closed
Sneeze 'em open 'fore I hit the pole
Selfish fuck, oncoming traffic
Only god’s grace it ain’t happen
Scared to tell my folks my verses real
Scared to write it to myself on napkins
Crying to myself, I’ll write a passage
Righting wrong is easy when you’re happy
How 'bout when your thoughts is trynna kill ya?
Learn to keep it down and clean your filter
Don’t remember dates, faces, fragrance
Called you, told you 'bout it from my home
Closest that I ever came to death was when I heard you crying on my phone
Do I make you feel anxious?
Do I make you feel anxious?
Do I make you feel anxious?