Days Like This

Uh, uh
What you mean? (What you mean?)
Uh, uh
What you mean?
I drop the top like im Kennedy, yuh
I got a whole lotta enemies
Never look behind my shoulder
Never make it to my seventies
I’m just a name in a folder
Heart is always growing colder
Fall down the stairway to Heaven (Yuh)
I’m Sisyphus, with that boulder
But I’m sweeter than a lemon
And I’m bitter like a bitch
And I always keep a weapon
Cause you smelling like a snitch
Let me send yo' ass to Heaven (Yuh)
Trigger finger got that itch (Itch)
That withdrawal got me shaking (Shaking)
Let me make the beat—naw
I’ma brawl till I’m aching (Aching)
Ache to wake, and wake to fucking bake (Yeah)
I’m not one to take a fucking break (Yeah)
I’m the type to only make mistakes (Yeah)
Check the grass, it’s full of fucking snakes (Yeah)
Days like this, I had too fucking many (Yeah)
Nothing disappoints me anymore (Yeah)
I don’t trust you with a fucking penny (Yeah)
Light a joint, I’m smoking many more