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fiction - casual lyrics

sh-t
we’re f-cking-
we’re gonna do the d-mn thang
what’s my name? what’s my name?
woo
ahem
shout out the groundhog outside
yea
yea

[verse 1: fiction]
no sneezes, god d-mn it, i’m ill, man
no regis, i’m just saying how i feel, man
oh jesus, they’re telling me i need him
surrender my soul so i won’t live in h-ll, man
but i’m-a need a miracle to cop the cream and whips
in my short life, i promise i done seen some sh-t
heroin on graduation, pistols in my f-cking face
family members trivial, i seen ’em switch and get replaced
how’d i get up in this sticky situation? broke as f-ck
living in the richest nation, can’t believe the sh-t i’m placed in
looking up at the sky, i wonder if it’s vacant
maybe so, maybe not, maybe god done hit vacation
i would hit it, too, seeing all i’d have to do
that’s a big job, god himself couldn’t fill those shoes
that’s why everybody on the planet agnostic
we ain’t seen no signs, now we all d-mn lost it

[hook: fiction]

but this is everyday, nothing new, it’s casual
living life up in a cage, you wonder why we animals
we’re just trying to break free, they’re just trying to can us all
this is why i’m hungry, got the munchies like a cannibal
and everything i see is so sad
how the h-ll did things get so bad?
i thought we were making progress; no way
this is nothing new, dog, it’s just another day

[verse 2: fiction]

my friends are overdosing off of that horse
if you’re f-cking with the sh-t, the next coffin is yours
drug dealers slanging dope without a drop of remorse
’cause they ain’t gotta be the ones to walk in on your corpse
half my homies are stressin’, battling that depression
i’m trying to save em but i’m still at war, packing a wesson
with a smith, with a wish for death to the pain
no pain killers, addiction’s in the depths of my brain
only coping when i’m copping copious amounts of skunky
never been a junkie, just a fiend for the money
hustle, hustle, never stop, paranoia reach the top
all this weed i cop, got me twitching when i see the cops
always thought the paper was the savior i was looking for
to be honest, once i got it, can’t say i was looking more
satisfied with sadness ’cause i’m saturated with the dough
i’m a baker boy, don’t cha know?
oh

[hook: fiction]

[verse 3: fiction]

‘nother day, ‘nother day, dog, it’s just another day
all my brothers gotta hustle ’cause they see no other way
other way, other way, dog, they see no other way
we been trying to run away, looking for that sunny day
sunny day, sunny day, looking for that sunny day
we been caught up in the storm, now we trying to run away
run away, run away, we just wanna run away
but we stuck up in this life, and we see no other way, other way
man, we see no other way, other way
yea but it’s all good, it’s okay
’cause, yea yea it’s just another day
just another day, dog, it’s just another day
yea, yea it’s just another day, yea
ain’t no ain’t no other way, yea
that’s what all my brothers, all my brothers say
“dog, it’s just another day”

just another day, uh

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