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letra de all day - mr. fuentes

[verse 1]
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
got to wake up in the morning
get dressed to be a slave
clean shirt, black pants
how you doing? how’s your day?
it’s the only way i know
make money through a wage
ether that or sell drugs
but even that ideas cray
have fends know where i stay
cops trying to put me in a cage
surveillance where i lay
cops trying to put me in a cage
a detective with some pics
of my b-lls all cleaned and shaved?
nope, i got to make an honest living
im not gonna squander
any time that i was given
in the beginning it was head to head
going toe to toe
made it to the finish line
and became the embryo (ha ha ha)
that was 26 years ago
time be moving fast
but my gains be moving slow
26 years old and still got nothing to show
i’m still living with my dad
and practically i’m still broke
this isn’t where i want to be
i had the plans, i made the schemes
partied in the rpt
a little too much it would seem
this shining star is smoldering
my heart feels like what winter brings
this is what i think when i lay me down to sleep

[hook]
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
got to wake up in the morning
get dressed to be a slave

all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
got to wonder in the morning
why my dreams have all decayed

[verse 2]
they moved away
those m-th- f-ckas moved away
get a call in the morning
sorry homie couldn’t stay
another call in the pm
other homie’s locked away
it just me by my lonely
no more kid and play
well f-ck just call me jamie fox
soloist in this b-tch, given y’all the hip hop
i mean i guess i got other friends
some are back stabbing b-st-rds
(hey, at least they got your back then)
haven’t always been a righteous guy
i’ve done my share of poking eyes
done things that should severed ties
i’ve stole, corrupt, deceived, and lied
some mistakes were made from pride
most cause alcohol inside
and that drunken f-cktard
has f-cked me over time and time
but things have gotten better
hope the friends that i have now
are the one they stay forever
my big homie and my asian
my friend from 2nd grade
my cousin, other homies
even ones that moved away
be careful who ur keeping close
some people like to brag and boast
and your so called best friend
is the one that talks the most
so be careful to who you confide
cause most will sell you out before they die

[hook]
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
got to wake up in the morning
get dressed to be a slave

all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
got to wonder in the morning
why my dreams have all decayed

[interlude x2]
it’s not my fault i didn’t advanced, i was never giving the chance (3x)/ instead success, failure wanted to dance

[verse 3]
man f-ck that!
i’m tired of all this wine and b-tching
i was given the provision
to demolish opposition
put yourself in my position
have depression blur your vision
yeah i felt so useless
like a well with water missing
but i’m bout to make my come up
like a diamond scrounging through the earth
in the dark i lurked, 163.81 mhz
watching all you patsies
thinking you have all surp-ssed me
remember the left field
still coming and y’all can’t catch me
i’m writing a new chapter
yes i’m writing a new chronicle
with flow is diabolical
it’s raise up hair follicles
no i’m not the prodigal
but my flow is very volatile
no i’m not a stepping stool
step on me and you’ll catapult
cause i’m flipping off you angry birds
(you can’t rap) well that’s the word
got my smiling mask on
list of rappers and i’m bout to purge
new artist have me questioning
mental capabilities
you should probably work for amazon
with your f-cking weak delivery
i’m sorry for the angry verse
i just get so mad that it d-mn near hurts
that people with half my talent
are the ones out rocking concerts
and i’m p-ssed off at myself
that i let my talents it on the shelf
this is what i think
when i lay me down to sleep

[hook]
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
got to wake up in the morning
get dressed to be a slave

all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
all day, every m-th- f-ckin day
got to wonder in the morning
why my dreams have all decayed

- mr fuentes

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