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yl (rap) - groundhog's day lyrics

[part i, verse 1]
yeah look the car [?] you always want somethin’ else
you tryna take it all, until there’s nothin’ else
you poppin’ hot sh-t, i used to want it to and then i copped it
trips to the bank, deposit cash away
i’m like tom hanks in castaway, i need a friend
play anita, the reefer might leave a scent
pound of blue we can take let’s step out the room
out of touch you might see me when the flowers bloom
and they only say they love you once you six feet
far removed from who i was when i was sixteen
shorty’s out here playin’ games like its six flags
i can’t take a sure cut for some quick rain
split screen vision spinnin’ what this sh-t mean
you a pigeon in my city you could miss me
tried to say that you don’t miss me need to stop lyin’
stop hittin’ up my phone to convince me, its y

[part ii, verse 2]
yeah, wakin’ up at 6 same sh-t like i’m bill murray (it’s like its groundhog day)
and i ain’t tryna build i wanna chill keep the lights low
know you wasn’t right let the ice flow
talkin’ outta spite lookin’ back like you right though
baby girl gotta better body than my ex b-tch
can’t attach myself to n0body keep me separate
y the type to hit the early exit at his own show
slide to my room, it’s exactly how i left it
might put the record on, me and roper william together turn to megatron
ya’ll little n-ggas better off doin’ somethin’ else (think about it, this rap sh-t ain’t for everybody its definitely not for you)
rock the purple label north face, rrr the label, sendin’ blessings from a pure place
godfather iii playin’, some fl!cks i keep replayin’ on the cable
today feels a lot like last april

[hook]
sunday to sunday, same sh-t different fit like a runway
might see me it depends, you don’t wanna see me in defense
top down bumpin’ rick ross, gunplay

[part ii, verse 3]
it’s baby boy y brother you a online shopper, jump back like the 4-5 jordans sittin’ court side
short lives, stores wide open on a warm night
j-panese tours tight from a long flight, its more than just a feelin’ now
pull up on me like the in-n-out, talkin’ all that sh-t you don’t know sh-t about (the f-ck you talkin’ about?)
nothin’, rather blame it on beginner’s luck
call it what you want, all i know’s i’m gettin’ up
my producer pressin’ b-ttons and its b-tter baby
she say she wanna try it all but nothin’ crazy
yeah, 2 or 3 express uptown bound i fall right asleep
i ride the train same way that i ride the beat
shorty ridin’ d-ck, she got a think for me
you came that you don’t show possession like [?]

[hook]
sunday to sunday, same sh-t different fit like a runway
might see me it depends, you don’t wanna see me in defense
top down bumpin’ rick ross, gunplay

- yl rap lyrics

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