paroles de chanson Every Day - 23:59
Yeah
Every
day
my
birthday,
I'm
just
tryna
get
this
cake
Yeah,
uh,
Jams,
ayy,
uh
I'ma
worry
about
me,
give
a
fuck
about
you
A
reminder
to
myself,
yeah,
ayy,
uh
New
phone,
who
dis?
Ratchet
on
me
like
a
toolkit
Fell
in
love
with
my
day
one
No
time
for
a
new
bitch
I'm
the
man,
I'm
a
dog
Yeah,
I'm
both,
bitch,
Anubis
I
walk
up
on
'em,
like
Waka
Flocka
Hard
in
the
paint,
"Oh,
let's
do
it!"
Oh,
let's
do
it,
spark
the
hemp
Breathe
and
Stop,
a
young
Q-Tip
Roll
up
with
my
Vivrant
Thing
Tryna
get
rich
with
a
side
of
fame
Boy,
it's
not
a
game,
we
are
not
the
same
Young
fire,
you
are
not
a
flame
Killing
shit,
but
I'm
not
to
blame
Cold
world,
you
better
grab
a
blanket
My
best
friend
is
named
Ben
Franklin
And
I
don't
need
no
new
ones
Middle
finger
to
the
law
enforcement
Got
SLED
on
me
like
Cool
Runnings
Saying,
"Whodunnit?"
Young
assassin
Who
run
it?
Brand
ambassador
In
your
mouth
like
a
fucking
pacifier
Realest
out,
I
don't
fucking
have
to
lie
Young
giant,
boy,
you
fucking
half
my
size
Full
course,
you
a
fucking
appetize
Diamonds
dancing,
like
a
fucking
jazzercise
Never
talk
to
cops,
I'ma
a
pantomime
Ooh,
whoa
Bitch,
I
can't
talk
on
the
phone
And
if
you
ain't
you
talking
'bout
getting
this
money
Then
we
ain't
talking
at
all
Bitch,
I'm
tryna
get
it
every
day,
yeah
Every
day
my
birthday,
I'm
just
tryna
get
this
cake
If
you
ain't
with
it,
then
get
up
out
my
face,
bitch
Yeah,
get
up
off
my
dick
'cause
you
can't
have
it,
anyway
Runnin'
up
a
check
then
run
it
through,
through
I'ma
worry
'bout
me
give
a
fuck
about
you,
yeah
I
can
do
bad
all
by
myself
Yeah,
I
got
it
on
my
own,
I
don't
need
no
fuckin'
help
That's
how
I
feel,
make
me
a
mill
If
not,
I'll
raise
me
some
hell
Ain't
going
out
like
a
bitch,
I'm
on
some
shit
Obvious
though,
can't
you
tell?
Think
I'm
the
best,
I
think
that
it's
true
Sorry
you
happened
to
think
it
was
you
Sorry,
I
have
to
go
do
what
I
do
Ain't
no
stops
on
the
road,
ain't
no
love,
that's
the
truth,
man
I
live
in
the
booth,
sometimes
gets
kinda
lonely
Obsess
over
shit
I
can't
change
if
I
wanted
And
clearly
I
do,
or
why
would
I
say
it?
A
thief
in
the
night,
these
words
I
got
a
way
with
Police
flashing
lights
and
they
asking
for
statements
My
vision
is
bad,
think
I
need
me
some
LASIK
"My
vision
is
bad,
officer,
I
ain't
see
shit
I
ain't
see
shit,
yeah"
Throwing
dick
like
a
Hail
Mary
No
bitch
wanna
be
my
ex
One
more
road
to
cross,
one
more
risk
to
take
On
some
shit
like
I'm
DMX
Take
a
little
trip
to
the
lot
Like,
"What
car
I
wanna
be
in
next?"
Drive
off
that
same
day
In
some
new
shit,
that's
a
little
flex
You
can't
get
it
Ford,
though
Four
door
with
a
digital
dash
Can't
front
it's
a
car
note
But,
next
time
I'ma
get
it
in
cash
Ooh,
whoa
Bitch,
I
can't
talk
on
the
phone
And
if
you
ain't
you
talking
'bout
getting
this
money
Then
we
ain't
talking
at
all
Bitch,
I'm
tryna
get
it
every
day
Every
day
my
birthday,
I'm
just
tryna
get
this
cake
If
you
ain't
with
it,
then
get
up
out
my
face
Yeah,
get
up
off
my
dick
'cause
you
can't
have
it,
anyway
Runnin'
up
a
check
then
run
it
through,
run
it
through
I'ma
worry
'bout
me,
give
a
fuck
about
you,
yeah
I
can
do
bad
all
by
myself,
self
Yeah,
I
got
it
on
my
own,
I
don't
need
no
fuckin'
help
That's
how
I
feel
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