Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everyday Ain't the Same, artist - Translee. Date of issue: 20.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everyday Ain't the Same |
| Bitches choosy |
| Niggas forfeit |
| Talk is cheap and you still can’t afford it |
| Bitches choosy |
| Niggas forfeit |
| Die for something, just don’t die for Jordans |
| I’m in a lot of pictures, but no weed it never makes the pose |
| Cause I’m not tryna pave the road for drug-abusing eight year-olds |
| Whose favorite goal is rapping at the level of a Drake and Cole |
| Who draped in gold cause they think shiny things is what’s gon make you whole |
| Niggas think I’m brand new, they call me fancy pants |
| No I got the sweet tooth the rap game’s just Candyland |
| I got them hoes coming through and we just had pajammy jam |
| I make her take it off and fuck her to Hitman Sammy Sam |
| And she stayin', what you thought |
| Her nigga, she no longer follow |
| He the man in Grand Theft Auto, but he ain’t got no condo damn |
| I’m Ricky Ricardo, and I love Lucy juicy coochie ooh she hit the lotto fam |
| I might pay off her college plan |
| Sally Mae ok you bitch you bitch you bitch you bitch |
| Callin' her phone at 3 am she need to get her number switched |
| Ok I’ma top off, gettin my rocks off, got my socks off cause I’m country |
| I woke up like this, lookin' like I just want some money |
| And I does, well god damn Leezy cocky then |
| But at the same time young hoes be jockin' slim |
| God damn Leezy cocky then |
| But at the same time young hoes |
| I’ve seen my growth over these years |
| The final outcome worth these tears |
| I always tell my nigga Billa (?), wait until this shit appears |
| I cast a light on smaller towns who never see the light of day |
| Cause Huntsville small as fuck but when you’re here, feel like the tidal wave |
| Well god damn my city cocky then |
| But its the perfect place for dope boys to profit in |
| Modern day urban culture will try anything |
| And let it fry your brains just like the club fry chicken wings |
| Is it music? |
| Is it TV? |
| Is it Chris Brown? |
| Is it Riri? |
| Is it parents ain’t whoppin' they kids ass like they need be? |
| Is it Keke being freaky cause she heard that shit from Cece? |
| And she only 12 years old her boyfriend creepin' in her teepee |
| Is it greedy social media exploiting us freely? |
| Is it proper propaganda that we don’t feed the needy? |
| Man I been killin' em, I need a sentence |
| Look to the lord, I need repentance |
| Listen my mother I know she in heaven, I don’t want to die |
| I just want to visit |
| I want a real life to be realize through real eyes |
| And if I don’t make it I’ll be somewhere sitting down and live by |
| Singin' my heart out, gettin' my art out |
| Gimmie some change, you seein' my jar out |
| Came along way from buying the bar out |
| Stuntin' on hoes and pullin' them cars out |
| I think and pull a cigar out |
| Never be home whenever its dark out |
| Givin' my life but keepin' my heart out |
| That’s how you get hurt, that’s how you get murked |
| Signs of weakness they might seek it |
| Better stay your ass in church, if you scared go to church |
| If you aware then stay alert |
| If you compare then lets converse but that’s nowhere |
| On this motherfuckin' earth |
| Well got damn Leezy cocky then |
| But why the fuck the poor people being targeted |
| I look at billboards promoting the cheapest dollar menu |
| Servin' food that will offend you but it’s what |
| The poverty stricken is obviously pickin' |
| Even though them nuggets not really chicken |
| And after years of this you’ll have to pay the doctor a visit |
| He’ll tell you everything that’s wrong with you |
| And to fix it you are probably gonna need a loan nigga |
| Oh your credit bad? |
| Ok let’s choose the cheapest |
| Most less effective method of treatment and just go |
| Off of hope and prayer, hope you believe in Jesus |
| Do you believe in Jesus? |
| We got a chapel here on sight, make sure you bring ya deacons |
| Speak and teachin' each and every one of these heathens (?) |
| Grandma Champion always told me I was gonna be a preacher |
| High schools underneath the bleachers smokin' dubs of freakin reefer |
| Back when I was fuckin' with Alicia I was just thuggin' off the leashes |
| Weed it completes my features ain’t no arguin' between us |
| I’m gon' let your girl’s pussy throw a party on my penis |
| Did I go to far do more than the average joe |
| If I be Joe its Joe Dumars |
| Realer than I know you are |
| The devil said I go too hard |
| And I don’t talk 'bout whips cause really no new cars can go to mars |
| Focal point, my vocal chords |
| Global with a local star |
| And I don’t got no rims but I’m speakin' to the Lowenhart |
| Well god damn Leezy cocky then, but at the same time young hoes be jockin slim |
| God damn Leezy cocky then, but at the same time young hoes be jockin slim |