Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Day , by - The Roots. Song from the album How I Got Over, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2009
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
The Day |
| When I wake up, I look into the mirror |
| I can see a clearer, vision |
| I should start living today |
| Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day |
| Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day |
| Yeah, it’s like everyday I wake up, I stare into space and don’t say much |
| Peer in the mirror, feeling dead from the face up |
| Coffee pots, cigarettes, morning Js, Baileys |
| Slowing down my day before it picks up the pace |
| Beats playing since the night before, thinking bout writing songs |
| Feeling exhausted from times we toured constant |
| And plus the toxics I sip got me tall |
| Still tipsy, staring at the city from the spot we call Los Angeles |
| Every day is like a blank canvas |
| Carving my initials in the planet like I brand it |
| Hand picked to live this life we take for granted |
| like a child with an upright bass, we can’t stand it |
| Smiling through the trouble we face, tryna manage |
| my way without pumping my brakes and staying stagnant |
| Cause I can sit on my ass or just imagine |
| the madness I did on my path and paint the canvas |
| Before I rise and shine like a neon sign |
| I need the girl of my dreams to give me Einstein |
| And burn the marijuan' like Buju Banton |
| is my only bonafide break from these confines |
| I need a change of scenery like a mind tide |
| These kids bringing me the noise like the bomb squad |
| And everybody coming at me from the blindside |
| I’m tired, it’s hard to open up my eyes wide |
| I listen to some theme music on the iPod |
| and walk around the crib doing little odd jobs |
| Checking my breath, take a view from this high rise |
| Feeling like I’m checking out a game from the sideline |
| I got to try different things in these trying times |
| Twenty-ten is different than it was in nine-five |
| It’s come alive time, I picked a fine time |
| for getting open off life like a fine wine |
| Uh, yeah, Sunday morning, plan my day out |
| Whole new blueprint, brand new layout |
| Deep down still don’t know if it’ll play out |
| Before the first time, feel like I done found a way out |
| Skin getting clearer and it feel like I lost weight |
| Stop and say a prayer for the times I lost faith |
| Troubles of the world had me in a cross-face |
| Chicken-wing, sickening, liver so off-base |
| But now it’s like I’m in the last lap of the car chase |
| and I finally understand my right to choose |
| My preacher man told me it could always be worse |
| Even the three-legged dog still got three good legs to lose |
| So you can stop and refresh the rules |
| Breathe in, breathe out, let it heal all your exit wounds |
| Something inside said that’s the move |
| and made it today, I’ll restart fresh and new |