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 shit, 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 shit 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 shit 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 bitch Can't attach myself to nobody 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 niggas better off doin' somethin' else (think about it, this rap shit 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 flicks I keep replayin' on the cable Today feels a lot like last April [Hook] Sunday to Sunday, same shit 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 Japanese 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 shit you don't know shit about (the fuck 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' buttons and its butter 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' dick, she got a think for me You came that you don't show possession like [?] [Hook] Sunday to Sunday, same shit different fit like a runway Might see me it depends, you don't wanna see me in defense Top down bumpin' Rick Ross, Gunplay