| Cloudy days are reality |
| Sunny days are sitcoms |
| Yeah |
| Cloudy days are reality |
| And sunny days are sitcoms |
| It only gets better from here. |
| I know. |
| Lord bless me with another day |
| That’s why I get up. |
| Try and work it out but shit it’s hard for me to sit up. |
| Girl hit me I ain’t pick up, we gonna talk later. |
| Another story with some lost pages. |
| Lose sleep like it’s Las Vegas |
| Not a bit early. |
| They don’t see me they feel me, Big Shirley. |
| Hm, Now I’m in a zone can’t shoot me out it. |
| Why I feel alone when the room is crowded? |
| Back when picking friends was a hard task |
| Praying and wishing I had what the stars had. |
| Bad memories, light them up, burn them down. |
| Dreams switch more than Hakeem with a turn around. |
| I’m on the team but they don’t know it, Rudy Fame. |
| A few dots my, my circle smaller than coodie games. |
| Partly cloudy, I ring shit. |
| He outty Oakland, California Represent it proudly. |
| Liars, like how he just create the truth like Geppetto. |
| My mind is a cave and the booth is my echo. |
| Smooth as a flute with a chello, Hello. |
| Going for the green I ain’t slowing for the yellow. |
| I’m up there, I don’t think Manute’s on my level |
| Fully equipped I don’t think your coupes on my level. |
| I will poop on your level. |
| I’m talking so high I gotta sky dive nigga |
| Just to stoop to your level |
| Commute through the treble, no trouble. |
| Would try to explain the pain but shit the rain leave puddles. |
| Bad when you struggle as a free man see man. |
| A lot of niggas tried fell short like weeman |
| And for my nigga Sid, See I told you how i be anddd. |
| Going bananas like I’m swingin on a tree branch. |
| Hard trying to see what don’t exist |
| Just making up for everything I missed and cause of this |
| I made a promise to myself, get right before the light come. |
| Might run to it if it’s bright enough, folk cut out. |
| Don’t mean nothing to me I knife them up. |
| Air flights not for me to hype them up |
| Dominoes line them up Until I, |
| No longer can breath and my eyes are shut. |
| See I love it for the fact that they ain’t like it much. |
| Yeah |
| What’s not for them is life to us. |
| With only one, That’s why I care about it twice as much. |
| Long days, eyes blood shot, Ruby frames. |
| It’s been a year since you hit me up Julie James. |
| Linebacker for luck, I got a right to rush. |
| I love a woman with class that still spike a punch. |
| Up in an Autumn piece, cool when I spark the leaf. |
| Niggas run & gun play as smart as Keith. |
| Remote flicking looking for entertainment. |
| Pulp fiction, juicing it for arrangements. |
| I’m in love with it, see who I’m engaged with. |
| Wake them up and put them to sleep like, where the days went? |
| Went days saying my days will turn to them days |
| And them days done turned to Wednesday. |
| Tomorrows finally here. |
| Finally clear to me this blurred vision ain’t scaring me |
| Comparing me and what I see to bird vision, parakeet. |
| It’s like they daring me to succeed. |
| Money, clothes and sunflower hoes that like to suck seeds. |
| Fuck needs. |
| I need what I want and what I want is what I strive for. |
| Foot away like 5'4'' |
| Fuck I gotta lie for, I’m here. |
| But I ride slow, higher than my pride go. |
| See I know a lot of shit, shit that only I know. |
| For those just tuning in welcome to my show |
| I’m not your average guy, Joe |
| I’m heartfelt like Kadeem Hardison, falling off a rim. |
| You don’t always have to write what’s right to hold a pen. |
| And So the sin snowballs into the coffee |
| But if the magic ain’t hot, it’s no Frosty. |
| Fought me for being submitted like good art |
| Could have ended up bad from having a good start. |
| Could have parted like seas but please, |
| I’d rather lead my people through rough streams |
| I too, be a canoe, who knew |
| Or could imagine my pattern as are now. |
| Just play and keep faith on my side like argyle |
| Stars now shine brighter than fire under a pot. |
| Though I still can’t seem to cook from what I got. |
| Maybe my recipe is slightly off measurement |
| They talk shit but I ignore it like a peppermint. |
| Ready to roll but it’s rocky as a sediment |
| Road that I know so well but yet have never went |
| In that direction, protection from the signs |
| Painting my life portrait trying to stay inside the line. |
| Then it go |
| Repetition |
| Why the effort missing? |
| Do they hear it all? |
| Are they even listening? |
| Repetition |
| Why the effort missing? |
| Do they hear it all? |
| I hope they was listening, listening. |
| Yeah |
| Hope they was listening listening |
| Yeah |
| Hope they was listening listening |
| Bright Lady Nights |
| And my niggas… |