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Typical Cats - Any Day lyrics
[Qwell:] Rain shine, was fate denied by state time Ya caged ryhmes contain rage behind gang signs Remember chickens spittin' game at you I'm prayin' wit a flow, when you get home I'm fixin' gang tatoos Forget stress, yes I'll accept the charges Armed wit curse words and verses to get the guards pissed I dropped out since we last spoke (what!?) Commisary, so it sucks son, we all grown up Fa sho, growin' up was tough more drugs then luck Fuck a thuggie gettin' bucked you can roll wit us No more holdin' in stolen trucks Roll to dunkin' donoughts, where po po n' folks can both hold nuts Flame up say ya name n' now the whole gangs smoked N' swear to moms, I'll quit spittin' to get ya chains broken Ya name is spoken openly Remember holdin' dreams of bein' dope, yo son they quotin' me Still the same witty poetry, grown n' smokin' weed How can we be broke when the city owes us sleep Or at least a peace of mind, crime was stealin' youth from you Or who could allude you would'a grew inside a human shoe There's truth and this troop both sent me to get you The issue's how windows ain't mirrors when we miss you More Tatoos, then nights at home Rockin' this one for you this is your microphone [Chorus:] [Denizen Kane:] Life (ah) too fruit to see, to leave root for you to see [Qwell:] Unique, never enuch, cause stress ain't new to me Life(ah) too fruit to see, to leave root for you to see I'm unique, never eunch, cause stress ain't new to me (Eunch is pronouced Yoo-Nick) [Denizen Kane:] See I belive in the beloved below the skin, so forgive me if I sin Skimming the surface before I burrow in I've been out of this to rub wit the red hands of my fear So it's just you and belaa, risin' into the clear Blue, who knew eyes could see so far from up here Tote, skimmin' the green heads of tree tops under god knows where Ya sweet do't leave now, or drop like an autmn Stay wrapped in my hand like a thorn esacped blossoms Of, red in my palms, now they match my father Skippin' then stains outta rich mans pants and lipsticollas Hollerin' to moms about the babble-o-bills and loans again They gather on the kitchen table, cat shatters They figured they whisper the other day, about the son who was away to date The whole store was spreadin', you wishin' the laundry would just wash away Moms fingers full of stiches, mouth full of pins Mubbles yes, enter quick request to god with pursed lips My sons, I lost'em under the rush of adolesence To impatience pussy pens, funny cigarettes for a lessons But if she saw me now, with the blade of a smile, nestled in my fluttery wrist Never repeddle way' my metal And knew that gods admissions are both open and free And that he slowed the medics down, the rivers too fast for me N' edits and re-writes we askith pleasith the human thesis Any day I'll be embedded in a perfect sentnece please believith [Chorus] [Qwazaar:] Life(ah) to the fruit to the sea, then lead the root for you to see [Denizen Kane:] I'm unique, never eunch, cause stress ain't new to me Life(ah) to the fruit to the sea, then lead the root for you to see I'm unique, never eunch, cause stress ain't new to me [Qwazaar:] Yo, when I reminisce, I don't remember timbalnds, nothing but pearl wings Rockin'em wit wit the tongues hangin' outta the front wit no strings Wit no whites on, yo we frontin' wit fake gold rings No gold chains, just house keys on shoe strings So how does anybody sleep on a featherless pillow With the worlds weight across the shoulder blade tryna smother hope It's foolish pride, these devils they'll surely try to split you And force you to sign over ya soul scribin' in physical Well in a constant conflict, cofidence against incompitence Tryna grasp the context of lifes concepts That little bitter peice that I need indeed I'll search for it I try to ignore time, but I can't afford it Smokin' weed, thinkin' I surely need employment to feed my spoiled kid Never been characterized as the type to avoid his choices Sow now I sacrafice life, the mic's in good faith But not a penny saved, hopin' to blow like any day |
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