Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Days Still Turn to Night , by - J57 feat. Brown Bag AllStars & ATRRelease date: 10.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |