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letra de every day - kevin1100

song: every day
artist: kevin1100
album: soul talk & ear candy

hook:
every day is better when you take your time/
think for you make your mind/
everybody workin’ hard on the grind/
tryna get bling till the sun don’t shine/
but every day is better when you take your time/
think for you make your mind/
everybody workin’ hard on the grind/
tryna get bling till the sun don’t shine/

verse 1:
a rabbit out the hat, this magic/
off the back, hit the weed or just p-ss it/
or leave it in the plastic, change it into cashes/
save it up for a real dope casket/
imagine the p-ssion of feigns/
collabed in the lab of my dreams/
doing mathematics and things/
tweaking on the beat, pushin b-ttons turning kn-bs/
while you be in the street, street sweeping/
i don’t really feel a need to get involved/
got a couple homies prolly waiting on a call/
just to let’em know i’m bout to drop another bomb/
calm down kevin, you need to breathe/
and take some medicine, get off them trees/
you ain’t a ape and stop making beats/
please! i betcha mama bop to the beat/
she’s the first to cop the mp3/
lookin’ for the vinyl, tape, and cd/
see these things are cheap/
unlike what it takes to m-a-k-e/
the money, i’m bout it/
i gotta 9 to 5 on the side/
a 99’ jeep with 9 in the tank and one in the dash/
the speedo needle equals…about how hard i mash on the gas/
when i’m cruisin’ through my city or these country back roads/
american, afro, locked up blowin’ in the wind/
it comes natural as the flow of the pen/
when i’m writing what i know, no pretend/

verse 2:
live in the american dream, that’s whatchu gone do/
i’m gone to hit the phone booth like neo/
askin’ whatchu want fool, what’s the deal/
can you take me to the part where i stack a mill/
like back to the future/
in a lac with some mullah in the trunk/
whole thang grow w-ngs and a booster/
it already got a sub, let it bump/
leaning back in the seat as i grin/
two eyes closed, one’s practicin’/
to row a boat or roll a sacrament/
i clean my flow up like i’m vacuuming/
no curse but you spell bound/
and steady working on my ac-men/
wonder how my flows gon’ factor in/
to gettin’ this money, mad dash for cash again/
i’m too p-ssionate, i k!lled the last minute/
and everything i ever wrote is in my head/
i juts choose the best lines and shake a leg/
like i’m done p-ssing at the toilet/
chopping up the logs thinking/
funny how these n-ggas claim to be the sh-t/
flush, wash my hands, and then it’s back to getting’ rich/
put about a g of loud -ss weed up in the swish/
or not, just might go wash the whip/
make copper flip in water then proceed to make a proper wish/
like rocketships on dubs/
pockets deep, i feel my nuts/
i don’t even wanna think, just feel the love/
but i know fallin’ in that can be dangerous as angel dust/
mess with my twin flame i bust/
craniums what i’m aiming for/
you can’t tame my love/

outro:
tryna get bling till the/
tryna get bling till the sun don’t shine
tryna get bling till the/
tryna get bling till the sun don’t…shine
tryna get bling till the/
tryna get bling till the sun don’t shine
tryna get bling till the/
tryna get bling till the sun don’t…/
bling to the…/
bling to the…/
bling to the…/
bling to the…/
bling to the…/
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bling to the…/
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- kevin1100

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