38Kam - 2 day Lyrics

I probably have to switch it up, but I've been stuck in my ways
I've been trying to be changing my ways, she probably wish I did it today
I probably have to smoke a blunt to that face, just get my mind to relocate
She probably gon' have to back that ass up, just get the thug off my face

I'm bringing the doom no vaudeville and I'm number one villain the finest
There ain't no smoke in the air and I smoke on a blunt just to be changing the climate
I f*ck with the cheap shit, but I might drop me a bag, just to say that I sip it in the finest
When you talking to me, you talking to number one of the three of the three, yeah, the number one finest

When pussy galore, this love is a war, when I'm even more, what are you here for
You knock on my door, it's time to explore, I shop digital, I don't know what's in store
Lights, camera, action, uh, I ain't tryna leave you in the past tense
Girl, quit your acting, uh, don't leave in the green and the bowl get snapping

I ain't tryna rap shit, like I sold a passion, spazzin' like a Mac 10, I ain't can't imagine
Stashin' all of the pack, I spit like, yeah, yeah, I love the track
Got enough cheats to knock off all these racks, you blow like a tube of my knuckles, I'm brass
I'm in the station, we rollin' on gas, and I got yak in the back of the trap

Tell you my day is on bad, tell you my day is on sad
Are you gonna put it on love? Are you gonna put it on God
Yeah, I've been feeling alright, yes, I'm so, so
I've been feeling alright, I live in this slow-mo

I'm feeling alright, I keep in the case, low
I fan out the flames, tho
While I'm guarded by an angel
When pussy galore, this love is a war, when I'm even more, what are you here for
You knock on my door, it's time to explore, I shop digital, I don't know what's in store
Lights, camera, action, uh, I ain't tryna leave you in the past tense
Girl, quit your acting, uh, don't leave in the green and the bowl get snapping

I ain't tryna rap shit, like I sold a passion, spazzin' like a Mac 10, I ain't can't imagine
Stashin' all of the pack, I spit like, yeah, yeah, I love the track
Got enough cheats to knock off all these racks, you blow like a tube of my knuckles, I'm brass
I'm in the station, we rollin' on gas, and I got yak in the back of the trap