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letra de ev'ryday - rob riley

[hook]
if everyday was cake and ice-cream (hey)
then i guess it’d be my birthday (hey)
no wonder i’m getting old fast
it’s a blessing in the worst way (hey)
i put the man in demand
homie, this ain’t my first day (hey)
on the clock 24/7
i have yet to take a whole break (hey)

[verse 1]
i get paid every two like you could
if your story ain’t have as many leaks as roof wood
too good to be true who making money over fist?
i seen that government -ssist for a soda and chips
i ain’t hatin’ i’m just saying if you ain’t got it
how can you afford to come all out of pocket
times have changed, to anyone who’s invested in game
and ain’t save don’t have sh-t to show for it
similar to folklore spoken up before of how it was
now your living out a tote, a joke
i’d quote ya if ya made quota but your
portfolio looks something like a rose art folder
emphasis on what you missed was this
what you had don’t stack to a steamy hill of sh-t
and heres the kick, if we were alike
i’d be a. liked and you’d be ahhh like??

[verse 2]
what’s startling is that you started when you was a youngin’
and all that hustling ain’t get you nothing
it got pretty tired, pretty fast
and didn’t last is what i’m getting at
how could you have seen what i saw, what you squinting for
hard to swallow, ain’t it? get a coors (here)
it’s on me, though i’d like to keep my bar tab clean
better yet whenever you’re ready, grab me
savvy as for business etiquette i’ve had a bad week
i’ll discuss that in therapy pacing on my bad feet
ankles and my bad knees with this weight up under me
that plus gravity totaling me up underneath
what a relief, at least it ain’t by mans hand
honestly i don’t know n-body that can stop me
since you can’t just watch me
with your eyes see, i don’t mean clock me
tick tock me

[verse 3]
if you wondering you can’t even make fun of me
counting my flaws on one hand, each one of these
fingers here represents something except the middle
thats for you, theres only one of me
my daddy confronted me, stood right there in front of me
told me the only other tired you ever wanna be is retired
rewired my mindset and as time went by like a jet
on auto pilot i just kept playing the conversation in my head
that and the thing about only sleeping when your dead
found myself wound down to my last thread
trying to avoid sheers, at least to the pointy edge
staring over the ledge
calculating how far i’ve got
which in turn could turn into how far i drop
far or not i still have a ways to make it
god beside, devil behind every step that i’m taking

- rob riley

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