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letra de regular day - barry pablo

[intro]
i’ve had a lot of songs to flex, every one’s a dynamo
so here’s a story of my regular day in the 510, uh
it starts with the story of a regular day
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[verse 1]
ok, i wake up, do a stretch, get out of my bed
go to the shower to clean up these thoughts out of my head
washing my hair, washing my face, cannot wait for the taste of this smoothie that i’m boutta drank, uh
ok, i get out my clothes and spread ‘em out
wearing what’s fly in my closet, i get it out
put on my chain, put on my rings, i’m headed for the door
walking to school is something of a chore
i get my earphones and listen to some jid
while i bump into high schoolers from m-t-e-d-e-n
i’m finally at school, put on my mask
shake hands with the princ-p-l is my least favorite task
but whatever i have to do to get to my class
i holla at my homies while they on they phones playing games
the teacher giving us work, man that sh-t is a shame
so i sit down in my seat, next to this beautiful girl
looks are outta of this world while she twirls her led pencil
writing the answers with beautiful cursive then she lends her
look at me, i say wassup, how is you doing?
she know me already but does she know i stay pursuing?
little conversations is what i cherish
what if we perished?, i’d remember the day you talked about paris
told me the place you’d wanna live with a person to share it
we could all use some away time where no one could tear it
[chorus]
i’m higher than ever on my mental teenager plane
just saw this girl and i spit some game, like what’s your name?
writing essay’s in class (yo, yo mr. white)
it’s just another regular day, that’s right
i’m higher than ever on my mental teenager plane
just saw this girl and i spit some game, like what’s your name?
writing essay’s in class (yo, yo mr. white)
it’s just another regular day, that’s right

[verse 2]
uh, i’m sitting all bored, waiting for class to be over, i look at the board
i’m peeping the girls skipping class to the bathroom, ready to juul
they know it’s a rule but they don’t care, it’s their last year going to here
we lost faith in the system when they wouldn’t listen
so a whole bunch of students went home, all that work they missin’
we protested for better lessons in the classroom
but couldn’t even get an education where the cash bloomed
so now i’m in my home, i ain’t got a lot to give but i have enough to live
that’s just how the story sits
so it’s another regular day in hayward where i live

[chorus]
i’m higher than ever on my mental teenager plane
just saw this girl and i spit some game, like what’s your name?
writing essay’s in class (yo, yo mr. white)
it’s just another regular day, that’s right
i’m higher than ever on my mental teenager plane
just saw this girl and i spit some game, like what’s your name?
writing essay’s in class (yo, yo mr. white)
it’s just another regular day, that’s right

- barry pablo

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