Текст песни Thru Days - Maccentus , ABoyFarell

Bad kid from the south
Living lavish scratch the pouch
Always drink in the night time
Fuck a bad bitch in the overtime
They envy what they want? (Huh)
Count the digit in the thumb? (Huh)
Yelling bitches at the front? (Huh)
Ain't happy with your fund? (Huh)
Me and my homies live a life
Don't give a fuck about other side
Chill on the basic, we raging out
Sorry officer we unlawful
Some of these people talkin' to me at the back
But i really ain't hearin' it
'Cause they too small ain't hearin' it
I be too loud, y'all wastin' it

Making money 'till sunday (Sunday!)
I'm gon' spend it all in monday (Monday!)
Always reckless on the road and
Imma do whatever i say (I say!)

Knowing you ain't bother me
No I don't like it when you're down your knees
If we could just go and spend our time and peace
We don't have to fight, we fight our demon needs
Yeah
Ay
Thru the days (Yeah)
In our faces
Got to fade (Yeah)
In my watch it's like GTA (Like GTA)
Free and paid
Imma do what I say
Imma say
"Where the drinks at?"
We don't need 'em (Yeah, yeah)
We don't need 'em
We don't even need an inch cause we winnin'
Imma feel like all, Feelin' like a villain (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
In my aventador
God, I'm just dreamin' yeah

Making money 'till sunday (Sunday!)
I'm gon' spend it all in monday (Monday!)
Always reckless on the road and
Imma do whatever i say (I say!)

(Yeah)
We don't need 'em, (Yeah)
We don't even need an inch cause we winnin'
Imma feel like all, Feelin' like a villain
In my aventador
God, I'm just dreamin' yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)