Days Like This (feat. Khalid)

Lyrics

Days like this (Yeah)
 Man, I gotta vent (Yeah)
 I don't have no friends (Yeah)
 Guess that depends on the mood that I'm in, yeah
 Heard she copped the whip, but she can't pay your rent
 That don't make sense, you're not makin' sense
 Common sense, common sense
 That don't make sense, you're not makin' sense
 Common sense, common sense
 Know you see me trippin' when I'm ridin'
 I keep it lowkey, gotta hide it
 VVS' on her necklace so she shinin'
 She don't want power, she want diamonds
 Mmm, nah, yeah
 But I gotta be real about it, mmm, nah
 Don't know how to feel, so I blame it on you
 Days like this (Yeah)
 Man, I gotta vent (Yeah)
 I don't have no friends (Yeah)
 Guess that depends on the mood that I'm in, yeah
 Heard she copped the whip, but she can't pay your rent
 That don't make sense, you're not makin' sense
 Common sense, common sense
 That don't make sense, you're not makin' sense
 Common sense, common sense
 Yeah, a lotta street back in '06
 Turned thirteen, had my first stick
 Ride around the city with the stolen whips
 Fought niggas 'fore I had a first kiss
 Sent a lotta niggas in the hearse
 In the dirt, but it work
 Now they dead, in my head
 Never scared but prepared
 No lie, I ride, I die, for mine
 You slide, I slide, he cries, he cries
 My niggas never switch up, keep that hiccup on my side
 And she like me 'cause she know that ghetto backstroke keep her tired
 Hands tied, and she know I bite, hit it from the side
 Ride it right, hands up on your thighs, guide you to the light
 We takin' flight, wear your pair of heels, you don't like it chill
 Keep it real, you like better when I hit it with this hill
 Knock it out, so baby knock it off
 You know I'm a dog, with my paws
 And I lick your jaws, get you out them drawers
 Have a ball, I'ma do it all, next day you 'gon crawl
 Call my phone, have your pretty never leave me 'lone
 Days like this (Yeah)
 Man, I gotta vent (Yeah)
 I don't have no friends (Yeah)
 Guess that depends on the mood that I'm in, yeah
 Heard she copped the whip, but she can't pay your rent
 That don't make sense, you're not makin' sense
 Common sense, common sense
 That don't make sense, you're not makin' sense
 Common sense, common sense
 

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Duration
02:48
Key
8
Tempo
160 BPM

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