Off Day ft. Clēsh Lyrics

Gimme space lemme think about it

Every single tape I just weave around it

They just want the bass and a couple drinks in they face

I'mma make sure you ain't leave without it

See unclouded

We so proud kid

We don't ever tell you but we ain't doubt it

If you ever leave this place and do yo' thing for the state

We gone have yo' back if you feel the crowd shift

Every time i ever felt low

Music held me down

With the shows

And the fans man I never felt alone

Every time i saw the hands in the sky

Never let the chance pass me by

I'm all in

Never said i wasn't

People change n then you hate to love 'em

We so focused in on moving forward

Looking back seem like a bad discussion

I spent so much money on this music

Man i coulda bought a future plan

But everything so useless if you still unhappy

Lately i been feeling hungry

Tell em i don't give a damn

What people think about the movement

I'm too busy crafting

They tell me that the early bird gets the worm huh

Why you think I'm up before the birds ugh

They tell me that the early bird gets the worm huh

Why you think I'm up before the birds ugh

Raw style like I'm Mugen

Regulate the escapade

Pages like white walls

Ooh

I came to decorate

View the booth as my getaway

Track like an interstate

My GPS be the interface

As I interlace

These messages

And wake the beast that slept

Between the crevasses

Fall into the crease like

Dirt do it on the sidewalk

Roots deep enough to catch a flow

Even if the ground has dried up

There's flowers growing through cement on my block

Cruising in the taurus thats my mommas whip

I don't care about the money it'll come with the accomplishment

All these people with me like accomplices

All this new shit is evolving my single top it

Like a condiment

Ay

You should call it quits

Ay

Writing all these albums I'm about it think i need an off day

Word is bond

Thats some glue

My feet don't leave the city til she perfect

Thats some gum under my shoe

I don't give a fuck how you view me in the booth

I'm too busy writing all my words just looking for some truth

Still RP til the death of me, wasn't on no gang shit

But views get misconstrued we was written on that gang list

Only searching for some homies we could hang with

Bunch of hooligans we fooling them

They couldn't speak the language

Who drop

A new lot

Of true thought on em

Who got a new thought

Who been following

You been swallowing

All that medicine

It's got you stuck

Only thinking bout the present tense

Never looking at the evidence

Cash my pennies on myself

You was throwing pennies in a well

You were wishing you were someone else

I was thinking of a different avenue for a way to help