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don cook (rapper) - every day lyrics

[intro]
ain’t much to do
ain’t much to say
i want my cake
i want my cake
everyday, everyday, everyday
everyday, everyday, every –

[verse 1]
kiss ‘em and lie to them
sh-tty advice for men
spitting out vicodin ‘till your mind’s thinking, “i should rest”
light of the most recent events
i think i should vent – but
ventilation’s most mistaken for hiding places
hide in my irises ‘till my eyes like to cry a bit
when my tears are perspired
i taste the saltiness on my lip
so, pause the questions
wrong dimension i’m in
so it’s harder for me to emphasize how –
lost i have been
tossing and turning, curving these thoughts when i lie in bed
trying not to commit a murder each time that i find offense
if ever i’m feeling threatened i might just slice off his head
with the sword of a samurai that i thought up when i was pressed because inside of my dreams
i’m anything i’d like to be, i’m a king
i’m a holy giant the size of an open sea
if ever i find the key to success i would like to think i would share it
or would i be wary of finders keepers?

[hook]
they try to tell me the world is yours
each entry i burn the doors
clock ticking on the window still
south jail let the wh0r-s be wh0r-s

[verse 2]
eye of the tiger
you should know i don’t bite like one
my rhymes are my own and i’ll never fold on that line because
i know what i know and i know my mind is the kind of one
that’s a one-of-a-kind
where i might just learn how to stifle
all of the negative thoughts
that occur at earliest times
sunrise to the nights
i’m slightly concerned of my part
mind is serving me right
stripes been earned from the start
entirety of the tiger
not quite so sure that you’ll find another maf-cka just like me
like big pun on the mic
i like to stun ‘em with lines
that could tie your tongue in a knot and i’d
untie it for you as i float out your speakers
the secret is i’m a soul ‘cause my mind was sold to lucifer
if ever you find the key to success he gon’ try to teach you to sell it
but you can repel it with finders keepers

[hook]

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