Lyrics How's Your Day Been - Ric Flo

Yeah, so how's your day been?
Haha, check
Ay

How's your day been? Same old regime
Self-isolated, but I'm still maintaining
Writing on occasions, struggling with patience
I'd rather be locked down on a beach somewhere in Asia

Instead I'm in bed, not knowing what day it is on the 'gram
Being unproductive, but it is what it is, jot it in the pad
Unproductive becomes timeless
Rhymes reflecting times of the crisis

Exercising, I run a bit, did 6k round the park
That's meditation when I'm motivated
Routine, gotta get back into the routine
Roots Manuva - Run Come Save Me

Actually I've been listening to Things Fall Apart
Oh, my Questlove and Black Thought got me inspired with the art
So I'm on the Youtube, success leaves clues
Stream of Thought Volume 2, oomph

Freethinking, just illustrating how the days been spent
Rather than putting pressure to be productive
It's okay slow down amongst this
Reflect on good memories and just be honest

Take each day on your ones
You don't need to try so hard
We all go through ups and downs
You don't need to try so hard

Just look up at the stars
You don't need to try so hard
We all going through it in yard
You don't need to try so hard

Yeah, yeah, yeah
You don't need to try so hard
Yeah
You don't need to try so hard

Strange occasions
But I keep it moving with these jazzy vibrations
Pinteresting inspiration for animation
Abundant in creation, escapism from the frustration

Face lifting
No Photoshop, mood shifting
After effects for you listeners
More than Adobe vision
Renaissance business, nothing's forced
Just raw curiosity off the spirit

Poured with awe
In the rich reservoir
Glass still half-full, peppering my sentiment
Flow state in the element
Reflecting my spectrum of elegance
Synaptic magic building connections

Hope over scars, built character
Added contours to the marathon
In my Oasis, Noel Gallagher's
But I rock the bandwidth, own swagger
Back to back tracksuits, no Kappa

It's a mazza, but I keep gathered
Unraveling this grey matter with the stanza
The Dr. Sebi to these cancers

Breakaway from snakes and ladders
See clear, follow intuitive to ears
Build resilience from experience
Seek brilliance, one in a mill'
Godzillian
Flyerian, British Citizen
Expressive with the hands, like Sicilians

Painting these images
The conductor
The artful dodger
Doing this until the morning
Proper

No mocha
Just pure energy for the muse
Music rules
You snooze, you lose
And that's not an option

Take each day on your ones
You don't need to try so hard
We all go through ups and downs
You don't need to try so hard

Just look up at the stars
You don't need to try so hard
We all going through it in yard
You don't need to try so hard

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