Lyrics Days Still Turn to Night - J57 feat. Brown Bag AllStars & ATR, ATR, Brown Bag AllStars

Days Still Turn to Night

Bom-ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking
Durn-da-durn, ya' world keeps changing
All in all, the days still turn to night
Turn to night, turn to night
Fuck it the ground crumbles under my feet
I walk for days through this maze and it amazes me
How cats can’t take the heat
I’m tryna break the beat, y’all just fake for fees
Please, these snakes tryna take my peeps
See we are a topic of interest
If y’all disagree drink a bottle of Windex
And then chase that with a little bit of Ajax
'Til your brain has you cross-eyed like a product of incest
Bom-ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking
Durn-da-durn, ya' world keeps changing
All in all, the days still turn to night
Turn to night, turn to night
Bom-ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking
Durn-da-durn, ya' world keeps changing
All in all, the days still turn to night
Turn to night, turn to night
Yo, we jet-setters they bed-wetters my vendetta’s
Louis XIII in a flask and to get cheddar
It’s like we talking asiago when it’s being said
I’m Adam Banks, in comparison they
My favorite passports, what the fuck you laugh for?
Ask more questions, getting head is what I’m after
As for days I love her backdoor, ask for seconds
I just had her backwards for the last four seconds
Bom-ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking
Durn-da-durn, ya' world keeps changing
All in all, the days still turn to night
Turn to night, turn to night
Bom-ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking
Durn-da-durn, ya' world keeps changing
All in all, the days still turn to night
Turn to night, turn to night
A train luggage make its way above us free to fly with
Wait brother, free to change lovers breathe and find it
Don’t break cover 'less you break rubbers now your own kid
Make love while making great numbers on these road trips
Yo they treat you like you help 'em load a couch in a tinted van
Was a fan now command like Lieutenant Dan
Boston Mass. in a mask like Casey Jones
Puddy jacket eight ball, Brooklyn say we home
Bom-ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking
Durn-da-durn, ya' world keeps changing
All in all, the days still turn to night
Turn to night, turn to night
I break bread 'til I’m deep in the croutons
Rap mathematics like I’m teaching at Kumon
Back in Toronto I was peeping this cute blonde
And now a year later I be getting my groom on
Doc stopped playing the moment your record started
These new cats gotta smarten up to be retarded
The target’s locked, they loaded and thinking they hard
'Til they find themselves slaughtered while all of us still at large
Yeah