Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Uh Those Days, artist - Murs. Album song Captain California, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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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