| Baby, it’s all in a day
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| LB bidness
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| My pen used to run across the page doin' suicides
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| When they said by 25 that you would lie
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| Inside a box, no controllin' the locks
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| It’s like Vegas in a way, you don’t see no clocks
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| I need all the luck, Shamrock
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| Rapper feat, my career, timeline parallel to an athletes
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| No cheat meals, no cheap thrills
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| Make sure I clear the room whenever the tea spills (Tea spills)
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| It’s like I trained with Mike Tyson out in Catskills
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| Big Dho was my Cus D’Amato
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| Now we watch these new niggas act real for bravo
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| When the truth a big pill to swallow
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| Used to write to show niggas I was better than you, you, you
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| Any comparison, it’s whatever man (Whatever man)
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| Y’all can Cirque Du Soleil all day
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| Word to Yahweh, I’m good on whatever y’all say
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| So whenever y’all play my quotes, jot them notes
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| Examinin' things I wrote, just get the story right
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| I brought my lunch pail to work everyday
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| You decide to walk away, that’s when they wanna sing your praises like
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| (Blackness)
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| «We always loved that nigga» and the next week nobody remembers
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| It’s like that
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| Baby, it’s all in a day
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| Ayy, new Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo
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| Yo, I won’t stop rockin' 'til I retire (Yeah, yeah)
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| On a Saturday like the Mighty Ryeders (Yeah)
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| Adidas with some flip-flops is my attire
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| Streamed your lil' album, shit was inconsistent, meh, spotty fire
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| Y’all niggas mighty quiet, might be tonsillitis
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| Tigallo flow cold like he got a virus
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| And you to me is Gilligan to a Somali pirate
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| Niggas sail on down the line
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| So unbothered, what’s a roar to a dandelion? |
| (Fresh)
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| Memories of a different past, a different bag
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| In the bathroom checkin' my reflection in the tempered glass
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| Finally accepting what I see and it’s a different swag
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| My definition of freedom is real tight
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| You ask me what I’m doin' tomorrow, my only response is «Whatever the fuck I
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| feel like»
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| Made 40 revolutions over the sun and still it feels like I only begun
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| I got bank accounts holding my funds
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| Shoulders tired from holding my sons
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| And hands are tired from holding my tongue
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| I cared much more, now I care much less
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| What sucks is young buck’s ideas of success
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| 'Til you kill shit, you have no sins to confess
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| Nigga, pipe down, one round is not a fuck-fest
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| Know thyself and the lights on the scene won’t blind
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| Just work, 'cause well-oiled machines don’t grind
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| Thin line between novel versus novelty
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| My rate of jewels per verse is just perverse
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| So listen, captain’s bars for my honorable niggas
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| And fair warning to you carnival niggas
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| I’m out
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| Baby, it’s all in a day
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Smooth it out
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| While we’re absent, one for another, ooh yeah
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| While we’re absent, one for another
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| It won’t be too long, no, no
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| While we’re absent, one for another
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| Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
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| While we’re absent, one for another
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| While we’re absent, one for another, ooh, oh
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| While we’re absent, one for another
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| Bah, bah, bah, bah
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| While we’re absent, one for another, ooh, oh
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| While we’re absent, one for another
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| Bah, bah, bah, bah
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| Mah-mah-mah-mah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All in a Day , by - Little Brother. Song from the album May the Lord Watch, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп