Shhh... that was for like, five days five nights
I don't know
I really can't even answer that for real, if imma be honest with you
(Jayso)
Remember someone was doin' that shit for, five days five nights
Gotta get geeked so I can master the craft on the spaceship the cosmos height
Jesus Christ, you worried 'bout my mission, but you ain't trynna' elevate
Third day thought clean lil' slate, act up I'll leave yo' kelp out its shake
Brother ah' fye it up and chop it up, like he the master sensei
Sent someone to get up with him they held em by the shirt talm' 'bout he had been paid
Made eye contact and ain't take me, I see why yeen' throw the fade
So much smoke in they lung it'd be hard for lil' boy to go and intake
Grown man lungs used to this shit, they can tell if the gas is fake
Some masterminds backdoor lovers, see how that serpent shed in the snake
Come in with that hockey mask, and stick like I'm Casey Jones
You got some TNT, ah' be worth a M, you gon' be splintered in this free roam
Ain't develop any better, in this tricky fiendin' ass biome
Whole lot 'em scarred to death, got post traumatic syndrome
Kevin Porter slidin' back in that bitch, trynna' cause some havoc
Bad shit slide in yo' life I bet she got a attitude problem if her neck tatted
Lil man feelin' like his leg gettin' short but it feel like that cancer catchin' up
You grazed him, I'm tellin' you it ain't no such thing as luck
Yeen' pop none on yo' mission, it's nearly 2K25 you in a shootin' slump
Trynna' play me green (Ha!), like I'm the one in Forest Gump
Break the bottle if they play and wack 'em shit, look like Kratos drunk
Real creeper been at it, welcome to the OP Dojo I'm a Shaolin Monk
Jayso - 5 Days & 5 Nights Lyrics
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English
Shhh... that was for like, five days five nights
I don't know
I really can't even answer that for real, if imma be honest with you
(Jayso)
Remember someone was doin' that shit for, five days five nights
Gotta get geeked so I can master the craft on the spaceship the cosmos height
Jesus Christ, you worried 'bout my mission, but you ain't trynna' elevate
Third day thought clean lil' slate, act up I'll leave yo' kelp out its shake
Brother ah' fye it up and chop it up, like he the master sensei
Sent someone to get up with him they held em by the shirt talm' 'bout he had been paid
Made eye contact and ain't take me, I see why yeen' throw the fade
So much smoke in they lung it'd be hard for lil' boy to go and intake
Grown man lungs used to this shit, they can tell if the gas is fake
Some masterminds backdoor lovers, see how that serpent shed in the snake
Come in with that hockey mask, and stick like I'm Casey Jones
You got some TNT, ah' be worth a M, you gon' be splintered in this free roam
Ain't develop any better, in this tricky fiendin' ass biome
Whole lot 'em scarred to death, got post traumatic syndrome
Kevin Porter slidin' back in that bitch, trynna' cause some havoc
Bad shit slide in yo' life I bet she got a attitude problem if her neck tatted
Lil man feelin' like his leg gettin' short but it feel like that cancer catchin' up
You grazed him, I'm tellin' you it ain't no such thing as luck
Yeen' pop none on yo' mission, it's nearly 2K25 you in a shootin' slump
Trynna' play me green (Ha!), like I'm the one in Forest Gump
Break the bottle if they play and wack 'em shit, look like Kratos drunk
Real creeper been at it, welcome to the OP Dojo I'm a Shaolin Monk
I don't know
I really can't even answer that for real, if imma be honest with you
(Jayso)
Remember someone was doin' that shit for, five days five nights
Gotta get geeked so I can master the craft on the spaceship the cosmos height
Jesus Christ, you worried 'bout my mission, but you ain't trynna' elevate
Third day thought clean lil' slate, act up I'll leave yo' kelp out its shake
Brother ah' fye it up and chop it up, like he the master sensei
Sent someone to get up with him they held em by the shirt talm' 'bout he had been paid
Made eye contact and ain't take me, I see why yeen' throw the fade
So much smoke in they lung it'd be hard for lil' boy to go and intake
Grown man lungs used to this shit, they can tell if the gas is fake
Some masterminds backdoor lovers, see how that serpent shed in the snake
Come in with that hockey mask, and stick like I'm Casey Jones
You got some TNT, ah' be worth a M, you gon' be splintered in this free roam
Ain't develop any better, in this tricky fiendin' ass biome
Whole lot 'em scarred to death, got post traumatic syndrome
Kevin Porter slidin' back in that bitch, trynna' cause some havoc
Bad shit slide in yo' life I bet she got a attitude problem if her neck tatted
Lil man feelin' like his leg gettin' short but it feel like that cancer catchin' up
You grazed him, I'm tellin' you it ain't no such thing as luck
Yeen' pop none on yo' mission, it's nearly 2K25 you in a shootin' slump
Trynna' play me green (Ha!), like I'm the one in Forest Gump
Break the bottle if they play and wack 'em shit, look like Kratos drunk
Real creeper been at it, welcome to the OP Dojo I'm a Shaolin Monk
Writer: Jared Duplessis
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