Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days
I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,
I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day
Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way
And i listen to common
6 million ways to die choose one
Waitress break dishes, fuck bitches, trying to break my ambitions,
Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse
I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,
I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom
These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,
I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer
To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/
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