Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All in a Day, artist - Little Brother. Album song May the Lord Watch, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, For Members Only, Imagine Nation
Song language: English
All in a Day |
Baby, it’s all in a day |
LB bidness |
My pen used to run across the page doin' suicides |
When they said by 25 that you would lie |
Inside a box, no controllin' the locks |
It’s like Vegas in a way, you don’t see no clocks |
I need all the luck, Shamrock |
Rapper feat, my career, timeline parallel to an athletes |
No cheat meals, no cheap thrills |
Make sure I clear the room whenever the tea spills (Tea spills) |
It’s like I trained with Mike Tyson out in Catskills |
Big Dho was my Cus D’Amato |
Now we watch these new niggas act real for bravo |
When the truth a big pill to swallow |
Used to write to show niggas I was better than you, you, you |
Any comparison, it’s whatever man (Whatever man) |
Y’all can Cirque Du Soleil all day |
Word to Yahweh, I’m good on whatever y’all say |
So whenever y’all play my quotes, jot them notes |
Examinin' things I wrote, just get the story right |
I brought my lunch pail to work everyday |
You decide to walk away, that’s when they wanna sing your praises like |
(Blackness) |
«We always loved that nigga» and the next week nobody remembers |
It’s like that |
Baby, it’s all in a day |
Ayy, new Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo |
Yo, I won’t stop rockin' 'til I retire (Yeah, yeah) |
On a Saturday like the Mighty Ryeders (Yeah) |
Adidas with some flip-flops is my attire |
Streamed your lil' album, shit was inconsistent, meh, spotty fire |
Y’all niggas mighty quiet, might be tonsillitis |
Tigallo flow cold like he got a virus |
And you to me is Gilligan to a Somali pirate |
Niggas sail on down the line |
So unbothered, what’s a roar to a dandelion? |
(Fresh) |
Memories of a different past, a different bag |
In the bathroom checkin' my reflection in the tempered glass |
Finally accepting what I see and it’s a different swag |
My definition of freedom is real tight |
You ask me what I’m doin' tomorrow, my only response is «Whatever the fuck I |
feel like» |
Made 40 revolutions over the sun and still it feels like I only begun |
I got bank accounts holding my funds |
Shoulders tired from holding my sons |
And hands are tired from holding my tongue |
I cared much more, now I care much less |
What sucks is young buck’s ideas of success |
'Til you kill shit, you have no sins to confess |
Nigga, pipe down, one round is not a fuck-fest |
Know thyself and the lights on the scene won’t blind |
Just work, 'cause well-oiled machines don’t grind |
Thin line between novel versus novelty |
My rate of jewels per verse is just perverse |
So listen, captain’s bars for my honorable niggas |
And fair warning to you carnival niggas |
I’m out |
Baby, it’s all in a day |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Smooth it out |
While we’re absent, one for another, ooh yeah |
While we’re absent, one for another |
It won’t be too long, no, no |
While we’re absent, one for another |
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee |
While we’re absent, one for another |
While we’re absent, one for another, ooh, oh |
While we’re absent, one for another |
Bah, bah, bah, bah |
While we’re absent, one for another, ooh, oh |
While we’re absent, one for another |
Bah, bah, bah, bah |
Mah-mah-mah-mah |