Day Brake

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Erick the Architect - Rap

Day Brake

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[Intro] A little hash in my weed A little more more for me I'm rolling up another tree (I'm still smoking weed) And do I, and do I, and do I (But...) Everything everything you need Singles on repeat I didn't know I would grow to be everything you need (One time...) So absurd (So absurd) Nigga I swerve on that I get the word (What's the word) So put the curb on that I been here alone, I planned on my feet I damage your speech, when I'm above and you be beneath I rather complete, I'm smoking a tree Kill the disease, the helluva steez Praying on your knees, die on your feet I can't believe, this is relief I can rely on the leaf To put my optic at ease Won't comply with police Only a coward'll die on they knees [Hook] One is for the money Two is for the shows Three is for the bitches And four be for my foes One is for the money Two is for the shows If three is for my bitches The four be for my foes [Verse 1] Always been a victim cause I'm quicker with the (unaware) Slap the snooze -button like a sticker on a (derriere) Close shut my eyes like Martin Torn pictures of she scattered in my apartment 'Til that shit looks like my carpet That's why they always say you always finish what you start with Now I'm not the type to change your life I gave you advice I gave you the dice to roll You play the game, you take the train You prefer my bicycle (ooh) [?] Whether to this armageddon The true slug, true thugs only rise in heaven So if the best moments only last a second A 1-1 since the time a nigga turned eleven Perhaps my ladies know, what ever made me so Callous inside And I'm not talking about baby toe I'd rather feel the rhythm of the world, instrumental Instead I got these problems when my girl going mental It go [Hook] One for the money Two is for the shows If three is for the bitches The four be for my foes One is for the money Two is for the shows If three is for the bitches The four be for my foes [Verse 2] Oh, man I told my mans I never can She's from Mali, her friends from Sudan She don't pop molly but she could drink the gin Sunset boardwalk, I'm interested in What's between the knees I taste the weed resin from the bottom lip When I got the kiss, now I gotta dip Not another phone call Got another jones, y'all My ex women stress me like a test read From the clinic when you're in it unprotected Better wrap it up for the long trajectory (Blaster) Never going there but I have to Just another chapter in a mind of a bachelor I hug her so she knows I love her Strangers but we fucking like we know each other So let's proceed with the next shit My attitude is "F it" In truth it made it effortless It goes [Hook] One for the money Two is for the shows If three is for the bitches The four be for my foes One is for the money Two is for the shows If three is for the bitches The four be for my foes [Outro] So absurd (So absurd) Nigga I swerve on that I get the word (What's the word) So put the curb on that I been here alone, I planned on my feet I damage your speech, when I'm above and you be beneath I rather complete, Im smoking a tree Kill the disease, the helluva steez Pray on your knees, die on your feet I can't believe, this is relief I can rely on the leaf To put my optic at ease Won't comply with police Only a coward'll die on they knees

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  • Erick the Architect