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• Artiste: Tank and the Bangas
• Titre: Lazy Daze
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Get up Get up What time it is? Shit Get up Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, I wanna lay on the sofa (Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, lay on the sofa, nigga) Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, I wanna lay on the sofa There's such a thin line between Finding yourself and being in between dreams There's a little bit of faith, I know Little bitty seed of mustard grow In my skull The ways, the ways The ways I learned to grow (To grow, to grow) If there is no limit to what I can do, I'll be I just gotta be told (Be told), but don't tell me shit Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, I wanna lay on the sofa (Most days I wanna lay, I wanna, uh, lay on the sofa, nigga) Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, I wanna lay on the sofa (Most days I wanna, uh, I wanna, uh, lay on the sofa, nigga) I'm on a lonely highway, on the freeway In a green car, going real far Finna slow down at station nearby, I need energy Nothing fuels me or fills me anymore I'm watching TV, I'm eating, scrolling Obsessing, chilling, chicken Fucking, writing, sleeping, giving fucks for no reason Like spaced out, changing seasons Most meetings are not for greetings Season forgiving a reason for living I seem to remember the lessons I learn, the things I remember The niggas I curved, man I remember when I used to hang with my sister All my kid sis at jazz lane, the pass lane The time fly by, by, by, it don't last Bitch, I tried to remake my last But everybody looking for what the fuck is next What the fuck is next? What the fuck is next? What the fuck is next? What the fuck is next? Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, I wanna lay on the sofa Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, I wanna lay on the sofa Most days I wanna, uh, I wanna what? I wanna, on the sofa Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, I wanna lay on the sofa I spent my 20s looking for myself in poems and niggas In deep quotes and compliments and good pictures Every morning I wake up, I count to twenty I wanna lay longer, my bed soft and my pillow perfect Plus I'm exhausted I think it's because I've been running in my head I'm still searching for purpose In that dream I had last night I was running from a fruit fly Something so small had me going Maybe that's why the little things bother me Pulling my raincoat, mess with my rainbow Boy, you really gonna allow such small things to mess with you? Fuck with you? Obama say, "What it do?" Trump say, "This will do, this will do, this will do, this will do" Get up Now most days (Tank, you talk to mama?) Wanna lay I wanna lay on the sofa, I wanna lay on the sofa, oh yeah I wanna lay on the sofa, I wanna lay on the sofa, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah I wanna lay on the sofa, I wanna lay on the sofa, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah I wanna lay on the sofa, I wanna lay on the sofa, ayy, ayy, yeah I wanna lay on the, I wanna lay on the sofa I wanna lay on the, I wanna lay on your sofa (Stupid, hahaha) You're moving way too fast, you need to slow down You're moving way too fast, you need to slow down You're moving way too fast, you need to slow down Slow down You're moving way too fast, you need to slow down You need to slow down You're moving way too fast, you need to slow down But first you gotta get up (That's first)