Lyrics What Ya Day Brings Part 2. (feat. Jay UF) - Kerser , Jay UF
Jay-Dee,
what's
happenin'?
Fuck
all,
mate
Ah,
that
was
like
it
was
planned
You're
never
doin'
nothin'
aye?
I'm
lucky
to
get
you
down
to
the
studio
Why
would
i
bruv
We
gonna
do
this
song
or?...
Yeah,
I'm-
I'm
thinkin'
of
keepin'
it
virtually
the
same
Ill
change
a
few
lyrics
i
just
can't
be
fucked
Alright,
alright,
that's
easy
Their
movement's
my
movement,
look
Yo,
go
Back
up
on
my
shit,
bitch,
you
wish
I
fuckin'
left
I
been
busy
dumpin'
meds
with
this
silly
cunt
instead
So
many
rappers
bummy,
man,
I
told
you
that
they
all
clone
They
'bout
to
get
they
rappin'
name
tatted
on
they
jawbone
I'm
also
hatin'
shit
these
days
when
it
comes
to
rap
With
every
cunt
DMin'
me
like,
"Where
the
fuck
you
at?"
I'm
chillin'
out
at
home,
can't
be
fucked
if
I
can
rap
We
finished
everything
they
tryin'
to,
they
can't
be
touchin'
that
Cruisin'
'round
C-Town,
windows
tinted
now
'Cause
if
they
see
the
car
they
probably
want
a
picture,
wow
Still
the
reason
why
your
bitches
got
her
pants
soaked
I
made
her
O
'most
straight
to
death
and
didn't
use
my
hands,
though
You
never
met
no
other
rapper
doin'
shit
like
him
You
hear
in
every
fuckin'
song
that
he's
as
sick
as
shit
Like
fuck,
you
'ready
know,
Kers,
you
know
you
still
the
best
But
how
much
do
you
have
when
you
still
have
to
go
and
steal
the
rest?
Steal
the
sesh
like
I'd
really
fuckin'
take
it
all
Why
they
not
cryin'
'bout
it?
What,
ain't'
it
yours?
This
is
a
major
flaw,
the
fact
that
we're
still
major
score
Had
the
punchline
there
but
now
you
cannot
place
the
break
no
more
Fuck
'em
all,
'cause
I'ma
drop
my
walnuts
On
the
bitch's
forehead
just
'cause
you're
a
fuckin'
whore
slut
Come
on,
Kerser,
bruv,
lemme
get
my
verse
here,
bruv
You
interrupted
last
time
and
just
everybody
heard
you,
bruv
If
only
you
could
cut
me
off
then
you
would
fuckin'
throw
it
to
us
I
done
that
every
venue
that
you
went
to,
man,
you
know
I
do
Yeah,
I
know
it's
true,
as
long
as
I
get
paid,
though
And
paranoia
doesn't
come
and
fuck
me
on
the
way
home
Fuck
it,
yo,
we
got
Joe,
we
don't
need
to
have
a
go
And
if
it
needs
to
happen,
I'll
get
ready
with
the
stabbin',
bro
As
long
as
we're
all
in,
I'm
down
for
a
bowl
of
shit
And
even
if
I'm
fuckin'
seein'
double,
I'll
be
crawlin'
in
I'm
cruisin'
'round
with
twenty
bags
of
fuckin'
Panadol
I'm
tellin'
all
these
donkeys,
"Shoot
it
up,
I
swear
it's
Tramadol"
Motherfuckers
askin'
me,
I
tell
'em
what
my
day
brings
I
slap
a
bitch,
I
really
gotta
think
before
I
say
things
My
day
brings
the
same
as
every
other
fuckin'
day
brings
Usually
a
sling
before
the
Tramadol
my
mate
gives
Wait
a
second,
am
I
that
fuckin'
junkie
that
you're
talkin'
'bout?
Before
I
thought
the
Tramadol
was
shit
and
sorta
watered
down
Come
on,
Jay,
man,
you're
a
clown,
can't
believe
you
didn't
know
This
my
album,
how
come
you
ain't
really
diss
me,
bro?
We
the
type,
you
were
dissin'
me
about
the
Xanny
tabs
Your
mind
is
in
confusion
like
the
same
way
that
a
tranny
has
Why
you
dissin'
bitches
that
are
pullin'
out
their
cocks
and
all?
It's
kinda
weird
you're
mentionin'
a
bitch
who's
got
a
cock
and
balls
Oh
shit,
now
I'll
be
told
that
I
got
a
phobia
But
don't
be
blamin'
me,
go
blame
the
people
that
be
clonin'
us
Clonin'
us,
shout
out
to
Illuminati,
yo
I
signed
up,
but
I'm
not
for
your
stupid
parties,
bro
I'm
sniffin
what
I
can
till
my
adreneline
peak
Then
cunts
are
cryin'
in
my
ear
like
when
a
feminist
speaks,
please
UF
never,
ever
found
a
day
when
we'll
begin
to
fade
It's
kinda
hard
to
leave
when
you
can
make
it
and
you
see
the
pay
So
if
I
wanna
quit,
it's
because
I'm
probably
rich
I
could
leave
'em
broke
like
I'm
a
stupid
fucking
bummy
bitch
Random
line,
but,
bro,
I
fuckin'
got
an
itch
You're
a
stupid
cunt,
you
probably
know
where
every
brothel
is
Shut
the
fuck
up
before
this
song
gets
the
cut
I'm
fuckin'
tellin'
you
that
I'd
never,
ever
pay
a
slut
Okay,
okay,
I
think
someone's
triggered
here
Have
you
had
your
Valium?
Yo,
quick,
someone
bring
it
here
Shut
up,
bro,
you
know
our
movement
is
strong
Six
Gs
down
the
track
and
we're
still
movin'
along
Yeah
We
so
high,
we
so
high,
above
them
We
won't
die,
we
won't
die,
it's
nothin'
We
won't
try
to
tell
you
what
your
day
brings
We
still
the
voice
for
anybody
feelin'
caged
in
We
so
high,
we
so
high,
above
them
We
won't
die,
we
won't
die,
it's
nothin'
We
won't
try
to
tell
you
what
your
day
brings
We
still
the
voice
for
anybody
feelin'
caged
in
We
so
high,
we
so
high,
above
them
We
won't
die,
we
won't
die,
it's
nothin'
We
won't
try
to
tell
you
what
your
day
brings
We
still
the
voice
for
anybody
feelin'
caged
in
We
so
high,
we
so
high,
above
them
We
won't
die,
we
won't
die,
it's
nothin'
We
won't
try
to
tell
you
what
your
day
brings
We
still
the
voice
for
anybody
feelin'
caged
in
Yeah
bro,
it's
just
that,
um
We
done
that
hook
on
the
last
"What
Ya
Day
Brings"
That's
a
mad
hook,
bro
Yeah,
but,
like,
you
like
to
change
it
each-
Did
you
not
like
the
hook?
No,
I
liked
it,
but
it,
it's
the
same,
though
I
don't
get
what
the
problem
is
Oh,
fuck
it,
it's
on
my
album
anyway
Album?
Yeah
My
album's
comin'
out
first
Fuck
you,
fuck
it,
it's
my
album
'cause
I
said
it
is
No,
fuck
all
that
motherfuckin'
shit
Leave
it
there,
yeah,
yeah,
I'm
serious
Fuck
off,
cunt
Fuck
off
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1 Intro
2 In Your Heart
3 Exceptional
4 Top of the Game
5 Flyin' in the Whirlwind
6 Take it and Run (feat. Jean.)
7 Lifestyle
8 Flight Mode
9 Paradise (Interlude)
10 Off My Head
11 What Ya Day Brings Part 2. (feat. Jay UF)
12 Eyes on Bigger Prize
13 Write Me Off
14 Feels So Good (feat. LSTNYT)
15 Da Kers Effect
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