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retch - another day lyrics

[verse 1]
ungh, at the window of the twenty-sixth floor
seen a lot of money but i’m tryna see more
met a lot of people tried to smoke with them all
networking is key and i ain’t talking no calls
ungh, look at all of these broads
running through events rubbing shoulders with the stars
destiny is this and that’s something i know sure
cause i’m just a kid from jersey but the part with no sh0r-
ungh, but they got a lot of crack for sale
and plenty -ss whooping’s for free [????]
mtv, it ain’t all pg
and past one-twelve man it ain’t all peachy
youngins looking for cream tryna come up easy
and everything’s a come-up when you come-up greasy
ramen noodles and mac made easy
[?] pop you out your kicks [?] your head all [?]

[hook]
ungh, but tomorrow is another day
all out of sour so i guess i’ll smoke a blunt of haze
ain’t been home in a couple days
but when i touch home everything the same, i’m sayin’
(x2)

[verse 2]
nikes by the fork with a airport crew-neck
catch a n-gga coming at my crew neck
on his face i two-step
how you like my dance moves?
n-ggas getting slapped up, b-tches getting cancelled
candy -ss n-ggas like the house they held hansel
violate your crib and slap the pictures of the mantle
now that’s just belligerent
gotta show these n-ggas you ain’t ignorant
and that right there is so [?] and ridiculous
sorry i don’t compliment your n-gga-ness
the white man put us down but we the final blow deliver us
them we wonder why them n-ggas always wanna pick on us
cause we walk around like our pants ain’t never fitting us
old enough to know, but young enough to still not give a f-ck
yeah i contradict myself, so what?
b-lls in your throat sl-t
gag, gag, gag ’till you throw up
know what? never wanna grow up
want the bread, cheese lettuce, hold the coldcut

[hook]
ungh, but tomorrow is another day
all out of [?] so i guess i’ll smoke a blunt of haze
ain’t been home in a couple days
but when i touch home everything the same, i’m sayin’
(x2)

[verse 3]
x’s on my hand and wristbands from last night
i’m just tryna make it last, so i’m out here living each and every evening like my last night
had to be a millionaire inside my past life
boss life, whatchu know about it?
pimp like how we go ’bout it
make a n-gga smack a hoe about it
go and count some dough about it
pull a hoe and make her blow about it
swear to god this my last gl-ss
type to type to tell a mediocre b-tch she [??]
like a fart she can p-ss gas
but i ain’t even gonna stroke that
just make her blow me while i blow gr-ss
—

[hook]
ungh, but tomorrow is another day
all out of [?] so i guess i’ll smoke a blunt of haze
ain’t been home in a couple days
but when i touch home everything the same, i’m sayin’
(x2)

- retch lyrics

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