Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Most Days, artist - K.A.A.N.. Date of issue: 12.04.2018
Song language: English
Most Days |
| Most days, I been chilling out by my lonely |
| Most days, I be in my thoughts and they cloudy |
| Most days, I be in the space of «fuck all y’all» |
| But these days, I been thinking «oh it could be worse» |
| My God, it could- it could cease to fall apart |
| All lost like a waste, oh yeah |
| It could- it could |
| But I think I’ll be alright, I’m okay, yeah I’m straight |
| Motherfucker I’m good |
| Tryna reconcile and recollect my thoughts now |
| If our future’s bright as stars then won’t you tell us who we are |
| That’s no facade, just keep it real with me |
| To be honest real is rarely recognized |
| The feeling’s putrid now, no it’s a mutual |
| No common ground to stand on |
| We can’t see eye to eye |
| Unable to communicate, we lost the meaning of life |
| Now tell me what’s life without that? |
| A whole lot of years we don’t get back |
| 'Cause we just couldn’t see the bigger picture |
| We just overlooking all our blessings |
| Add a little light to let it shine |
| But I let it dim 'til it seem candescent |
| Unsustainable, these lies are |
| In the corner, standing like an armoire |
| You ain’t tough under all of that armor |
| Fighting with myself, screaming «En guarde» |
| In a battle of wills I am unscathed |
| In the mist of the madness, I’m unphased |
| Most days, I been chilling out by my lonely |
| Most days, I be in my thoughts and they cloudy |
| Most days, I be in the space of «fuck all y’all» |
| But these days, I been thinking «oh it could be worse» |
| My God, it could- it could cease to fall apart |
| All lost like a waste, oh yeah |
| It could- it could |
| But I think I’ll be alright, I’m okay, yeah I’m straight |
| Motherfucker I’m good |
| My thoughts been rallied 'bout the hourglass in silence |
| Rainy days, been thinking challenging |
| I’m bound to it up |
| And down, it makes the balance more than promising |
| I’m in the mountains, tryna catch my breath |
| I’m wildin' out again |
| I’m buggin' out again |
| You heard that sound and hit the ground |
| Drown in a percocet |
| I been the worse, I’m feeling cursed |
| Running these lines like cursive |
| Don’t care about none of y’all |
| I curve that drama |
| I need to run it off |
| It’s perfect timing searching for my purpose |
| Why can I keep learning |
| Time ain’t worth the purchase |
| Purple smoke is burning |
| Heard the dirt, it don’t concern me, working on these verses |
| An early bird, I murder demons lurking |
| This like a circuit |
| Most days, I been chilling out by my lonely |
| Most days, I be in my thoughts and they cloudy |
| Most days, I be in the space of «fuck all y’all» |
| But these days, I been thinking «oh it could be worse» |
| My God, it could- it could cease to fall apart |
| All lost like a waste, oh yeah |
| It could- it could |
| But I think I’ll be alright, I’m okay, yeah I’m straight |
| Motherfucker I’m good |