Day I Die day…
Yep
Uh!
1:
My nigga Booder say they wanna know the deal-deal
My whole M.O. that I mostly keep concealed-ceal
Raw and uncut, birthday suit no frill-frills
Been homeless since I dropped my first LP, the real-real
Undergrad, slept on that couch, how you feel-feel
Student loan sharks ensured I never fit the bill-bill
There was no freedom like being behind the wheel-wheel
Till Chapter 7 made me surrender that thrill-thrill
Nervous breakdown got me so mentally ill-ill
Psych ward won’t release me till I took those pill-pills
Nappy-headed, pale, fuck vying for sex appeal-peal
All I had was my work ethic to keep my ass chill-chill
Poems written with crayon, that’s all I had to heal-heal
If that ain’t work, I cried in the dark before I kneel-kneel
Show face for shows at Fat Baby keeping it trill-trill
Black tactical vest to the set, you know the drill-drill
Chip on shoulder, nothing to lose, get out my grill-grill
My family alienate, my joy they wanna steal-steal
So my goals I shield; only time I let reveal-veal
Resilient till I die; I keep a will for my will-will
Hook:
Till the day, Day I Die
Day I Die, day (3x)
Day I Die, day (3x)
Automatic
Burning your soul
Still, I keeps it cold
Heavy, errytime I unload Boy! (Automatic)
Burning your soul
Still, I keeps it cold
You see I’m swole (Automatic)
Breakdown:
Don’tchu, don’tchu see I’m swole
See, See I’m swole
Don’t u see I’m swole… SWOOLLLE!
2:
You should know, it’s three letters that starts with ME!!
The Infamous King of Positivity, but don’t START with me! (Ok!)
For you dumb fucks, spit it through the mic inside your ear
Make you THINK you caught it, cuz a bitch will catch when I heighten fear
If they came for me, I’ma look at em like “why is you here?”
Oh you here for me? Fill these forms for your hearing Chief!
Stand in line; get treated like you’re applying for Social Service
Wait your turn, remain anonymous, you ain’t got no purpose
Gotta figure it out
Cuz the future is now as I’m living without
Spent a winter in doubt
Many minutes repenting, born sinner devout
All these new Gods, can they help me find happy again?
Pharrell can’t be the only nigga with the way to tap it within
Maybe I’m… just like me mother
(N-never satisfied, just like her, never satisfied)
Perhaps I’m like my dad, reserved; never asked him why
He’s like the NSA; access to his files is classified
23 years a living as a Merchant Marine
Overseas a lot; presence intermittent thru my teens
Couldn’t be as close; when he retired I enlisted
Baton passed, I insisted, cuz if I blinked, I might’ve missed it
Moms and uncle diabetic, I know what that could mean
10 lbs. at birth, built thick, I burst at the seams
Hungry still, I’ll be a linebacker tackling
Fight for the scraps I get, just to rip on the wax I lit
Till I’m tapped, I’m passionate
Making it count, that Calculus high school math when I mastered it
You still couldn’t get the half of it (half of it)
+Life is Good+ when I can rock that Nas tee
On the East Side view his hood cross the river nonchalantly
A Hip-Hop fan, till the day, day I die, same song
Lotta youz get it twisted and got the game wrong!
Hook:
Till the day, ok, Day I Die
Day I Die (3x)
Day I Die (3x)
Automatic
Burning your soul
Still, I keeps it cold
Heavy, errytime I unload Boy!
Burning your soul
Still, I keeps it cold
You see I’m swole (automatic)
Breakdown:
Don’tchu, don’tchu see I’m swole
See, See I’m swole
Don’tchu see I’m swole… SWOOOLLLLE!
Don’tchu see I’m swole
See, See I’m swole
Don’tchu see I’m swole… SWOOOLLLLLE!
Till the day, Day I…
Day I Die…
