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ab-soul - day in the life lyrics

[intro: ab-soul & (kendrick lamar)]
my n-gga, do you have a gas can?
(the f-ck i’m gonna do with a gas can, nah, n-gga what?)
it’s just been a long -ss day, man
all i need is a gas can
(na, try down across the street, i think that n-gga keep one, i don’t know)
i’m finna head over there and i’mma be right back
(f-ck what you doing, man?
knocking on the door extra hard and sh-t like you just stressed out or something)
my n-gga, i don’t even know where to begin, dog
(what happened, man?)

[verse 1: ab-soul]
look, i woke up this morning feeling f-cked up
what else is new? like god be like, “to h-ll with you”
to tell the truth, i ain’t been to church in like three or fo’
years, not months, have mercy on my soul
threw on the wife-beater, put a fitted on my skull
took a long -ss p-ss, grabbed my shades and hit the door
i had half a blunt left from last night
i lit that b-tch up like a lightbulb and got right
started to orchestrate my day like a maestro
i should hit the lab, i got verses like the bible
i heard hip hop need revival
it’s been camouflaged like the mascot for geico
in that bullsh-t, i took another pull quick
my mind flooded like a f-cking swimming pool is
went back in the house, raided my mom’s refrigerator
but everybody’s on a diet and my stomach ain’t quiet
i said, “f-ck it”, hit the shower like a jackpot
the weed got my t–th off-white like crack rock
toothbrush from the 99 cent store
i got a million dollar smile, it don’t make sense though
threw on my army fatigue shorts and a t that say “peace not war”
now everybody eyeing me
i don’t know if i need an iron or it’s the irony
and by the way, i’m at the gas station now
but not to get gas, just another black and mild
sh-t this half a half a tank gon’ have to last until monday
and it’s tuesday, the b-tches still want me like a bouquet
i hit my n-gga agent, he want to roll up two ls like cool j
i’m like, “alright, cool, jay”
but i gotta be at work by 3, it’s midday
i can’t go in smelling like weed, he said, “okay”
stop by the cheap tobacco store, two swishers for a dollar
and when he meet me, we finna get high, like a greeting
he told me, “drop five”, i said, “i got you next time”
long story short, i bumped my head on cloud nine
and i’m chilly chill even when it’s hot outside
rode to the studio rather blasted
i spit like a dragon that’ll leave a fan flabbergasted
that’s when my gas and my check engine light
cl!cked on at the same exact time i signal right
and that ain’t right, i got sh-t to do today
cause any day you could be attending my eulogy
got to the studio when everybody left
i saw a note that read, “we went to go work on detox with weezy f”

[break: kendrick lamar & (ab-soul)]
my fault n-gga, i actually came up with the idea to write that
(you laughin’ but that sh-t ain’t funny man)
it was funny at first but

[hook: ab-soul]
a day in the life
of mister soul brother number deuce
d-mn he nice
i’m thinking if you only knew
you could f-ck with it or middle fingers up to your whole crew
tell ’em the regular n-gga said it and that it
a day in the life
of mister soul brother number deuce
d-mn he nice
i’m thinking if you only knew
you could f-ck with it or middle fingers up to your whole crew

[verse 2: ab-soul & (kendrick lamar)]
now it’s 2:58 and i’m running late for work
running meanin’ stuck in traffic cause the home depot is finna jerk
i been in the same position before
manager said it better be my last time, but it won’t
i clocked in around 3:10 and i’m wishing i didn’t
cause ups just brought in this big -ss shipment
and for those that don’t know, i work at a record store
and i make hot records (that’s a sick -ss gimmick)
finished the inventory then i logged on mysp-ce
i had one download and ’bout 16 plays
5 friend requests from sucka mcs making a name
i signed out and had to question my aim (you weak n-gga, that’s all)
this old-timer walked in and we got to talking about eric b and rakim
and the perm on al sharpton
osama bin laden, obama in the office
and he looked me in my face and said i’m destined for fame
told him i do music, he like, “whatever you do, do it
and don’t blink, the moment you close your eyes, you’ll lose it”
word to wise, that was some great advice
that i took like i stole it, then my head sort of swollen
i guess that’s why i sh-ts on ’em like a cleansed colon
told the rest of the shoppers we finna be closing
i locked up like akon and hit the street
it’s 8 pm, and i ain’t had sh-t to eat
all day, kfc, snackers a dollar each
bar-b-que and nacho cheese
i bought 4, ate 3, gave one to top dawg
i would’ve had one for punch but he moved like a sloth
i’m back at the studio now if i lost ya
and everything’s straight, you can thank great posture
hit my lil momma up cause i’m trying to cut
but she on the rag and i don’t mean a bandanna
she told me come through, she gave me head like rihanna
and i deserve a standing ovation for my swagger
chuck the deuce, headed for the car to finish off the night right
but it wouldn’t start

[outro: ab-soul & (kendrick lamar)]
laugh it up n-gga, laugh it up man
sh-t ain’t funny man, that’s why i need that d-mn gas can
(gas, n-gga, you gotta put 5 dollars not 3 in)
sh-t n-gga i ain’t got 5 dollars to put in!
(that’ll get you one gallon, n-gga)
whatever man, bullsh-t dog, keep laughin’
(tryin’ to save that extra dollar for that menu
for the mcdonalds menu n-gga ain’t gotta cut all the time
n-gga you gotta put the whole 5 in it)
you gon’ shoot me 5 or what? f-ckin’ b-st-rd
(i know you’re on a budget, but d-mn)

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