Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brand New Day, artist - Merkules. Date of issue: 30.10.2019
Song language: English
Brand New Day |
| Hook: |
| We up now, but we was down or at the bottom |
| You could hear my stomach rumble, mufucka I was starvin' |
| I knew we’d find a way out though regardless |
| I’ve been starin' out the window and I’m smokin' by the carton |
| Smokin', sippin', overthinkin', but tomorrow is a brand new day |
| No one’s listenin', so I’m trippin', but no matter what I still get paid |
| Yuh, I was raised with the gorillas, shit changed with the fame |
| But I remained and still the realest |
| I’ve been goin' thru the pain, but I don’t need no pain killers |
| I just take it on the chin, I ain’t a slave to no prescription |
| Dropped out in grade 10 and I ain’t proud of that shit |
| I knew I had a bigger purpose, I was outta that bitch |
| Scribble my thoughts down on paper, writin' powerful shit |
| Who woulda known that that’s the reason I was bout to get rich |
| You feel me, yeah, I’m thinkin' back on who I used to be |
| Before I ever could afford all this jewelry |
| Lookin' back at old pictures thinkin' who is he? |
| But I admit I’m way fonder of the newer me |
| You sell your soul for some Spotify streams |
| So they see me as a target, they don’t got ‘em like me |
| I had three albums out by the time I was nineteen |
| I’m a product of my hustle, I am not a hype beast, that’s y’all |
| Hook: |
| We up now, but we was down or at the bottom |
| You could hear my stomach rumble, mufucka I was starvin' |
| I knew we’d find a way out though regardless |
| I’ve been starin' out the window and I’m smokin' by the carton |
| Smokin', sippin', overthinkin', but tomorrow is a brand new day |
| No one’s listenin', so I’m trippin', but no matter what I still get paid |
| The beat dropped and now I’m liable to kill it |
| In a battle by myself and it’s like I’ve been playin' scrimmage |
| Been defyin' all the physics thru the power of my lyrics |
| They’ve been sour, I can feel it, they know I will never give in |
| Turn these hours into minutes I’ve been puttin' in the labor |
| Talk behind my back, but never look me in the face though |
| Back in '09 I was cookin' up with Nato |
| Now I’m rich off of this rap shit, they book me in the place (?) |
| The tax man callin', he been lookin' at the payroll |
| Got regrets from my past, but they shouldn’t be this painful |
| Now ever y time I take my shot I know I’m not gonna miss |
| I know they hate to see me winnin', that was not my intent |
| I hear ‘ em talkin' they shit, but it’s because they not on the list |
| Pardon my French, but it’d be nice if you could hop off my dick |
| By this time next year, I’ll say I bought my first crib |
| Which is ironic cause the scene better cough up the rent |
| Now I’m the landlord |
| Hook: |
| We up now, but we was down or at the bottom |
| You could hear my stomach rumble, mufucka I was starvin' |
| I knew we’d find a way out though regardless |
| I’ve been starin' out the window and I’m smokin' by the carton |
| Smokin', sippin', overthinkin', but tomorrow is a brand new day |
| No one’s listenin', so I’m trippin', but no matter what I still get paid |