Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Uh Those Days , by - Murs. Song from the album Captain California, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.03.2017
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
One Uh Those Days |
| I can’t wait to quit this fuckin' job |
| Light up my cigarette |
| Exhale the negativity and hop on to the bus |
| I’m stinkin' like some french fries |
| I’m thirsty, I’m tired |
| Tomorrow I might cuss my boss out and get fired |
| Sittin' in the corner, mindin' my business |
| The fuck this bitch lookin' at? |
| I know she hella trippin' |
| (Fuck you lookin' at?) |
| Got nothin' better to do than start problems on public transportation |
| What a pathetic existence |
| She’s doggin' with persistence, uh |
| This bitch is comin' up to me, girl you don’t wanna fuck with me |
| Waste no time, post up, blows thrown |
| The shit you gotta deal with in the big city just tryin' to go home |
| What a shitty day, can’t wait to hit my sheets |
| I can’t wait to get my car I’m fuckin' tired of these streets |
| (I'm fuckin' sick of this fuckin' bullshit) |
| Yo, today been hella breezy, receivin' hella tips |
| Next customer in line, I can’t believe its that bitch (Oh hell no) |
| I gotta be professional, so I ain’t poppin' off |
| But don’t trip, I’ll put that special in that extra special sauce, hoe |
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| Hope I don’t go back to slangin' yayo |
| Roll a, about to head up to Drayo’s |
| Never had to lay low |
| Always had a halo |
| Plus I got a bitch to suck my dick when I say so |
| And Ayo |
| The fuck? |
| This nigga hit me up, out the side of his truck |
| I’m like… what? |
| Nigga this midtown |
| Bust a U-Turn if you really wanna get down |
| Oh shit, he really 'bout to turn around |
| Hol' up |
| Let me turn my music d- I said, say my nigga |
| Oh shit, he pullin' out the hammer |
| A left-minded home, I was in my pajamas |
| See, I woke up late |
| Realized I hadn’t ate |
| Went to my favorite place and thought that I would be straight |
| I hop back in my whip, tried to run the nigga over |
| Hopin' that he didn’t see the plates on the Rover |
| Made a right on Cloverdale, then a left |
| Parked in the driveway, then ran up the steps |
| I grabbed my piece, hopped back in the streets |
| I know this young motherfucker don’t really want beef |
| Look, I’m 30-something, still down to murder something |
| But when I stopped to think about it, it was all over nothing |
| So fuck it |
| I’m about to head to the crib |
| Then… Aww, shit |
| Look who it is! |
| I know this motherfucker ain’t really gettin' tacos |
| I parked in the red, grabbed my shit and I walked slow |
| Right up behind him, I put my gun in his back |
| I said, «Yeah my nigga, what was up with all of that?» |
| «Fuck what you wanna do, this what you gonna do.» |
| «Hands in your pocket, keep your eyeballs in front of you.» |
| Then this lady came and kissed him on the cheek |
| He said «Hi, Mom», and then they both start to speak |
| I said, «Ah, shit. |
| This young punk.» |
| «He gangbangin' when he 'bout to meet his mama for lunch?» |
| The line for the tacos was long anyways, so I walked off laughin' |
| It was one of those days |
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