Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Days Still Turn to Night, artist - J57 feat. Brown Bag AllStars & ATR
Date of issue: 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 |