[Verse 1: Prof.K]
Just another Long Day
Another page full of blanks
Another look at your money. I'm looking up what's a bank
Tell me just who to thank
For what started in the morn. Pocket full of cash
And a car full of moaning
Almost forgot I'm poor, so I'm skipping the breakfast
Sky's falling down so I'm using the craig-list
Searching for paid gigs
Working the grave-shift
Grades coming back and I've been hoping for A shit
Even a B or A C?
I guess It's pretty hard to focus when you're falling asleep
Pack my bags and I leave, in need of coffee and a Triscut
Meeting with some guys, producer of Fergalicious
And as im verbally ripping, about to finish it off...
"I'm sorry young man, it's just a little too pop."
Like Fuck..
Damn, can I catch me a break?
It's just one of those days
[Hook:]
If I asked if I could sit down under you and you asked me if I was alone
Believe me girl I'm alone
I hope you're like wise
Those long days
[Verse 2: Prof.K]
But on that long ride as gears started to grind... roof falling down
I patched it with silver lines
Because now would just be the time to make gold from glitter
Been a couple hands down so I choked the dealer
Before this rose can wither, can we water the plants?
A few Arizona Teas with interpretive dance.
Keep working the brand, until that cup half-gone
Need to write shit, I'll just bump Sufjan
Til the sunroof gone
And we feeling this shit
So what if I'm broke? I'll just wait till I'm rich
So just pass me a Twix and I'll be eating tonight
And any luck I'm coming home to some cable and lights
Maybe a bowl of some rice? I'm probably wrong
But if all else fails at least I got me a song
So if life's pretty sure and every thoughts a page
I guess I wouldn't mind just another long day
[Hook:]
Oh, I used to play the game
Oh I thought I was it
I played with a lot of mean wives
Til one did get around
Oh, I got hit and I keep trying to tell ya'll
Bullets don't have eyes. Oh no
They don't have eyes
They never did and they never will
You better believe me
They don't care who they hit now
Just another Long Day
Another page full of blanks
Another look at your money. I'm looking up what's a bank
Tell me just who to thank
For what started in the morn. Pocket full of cash
And a car full of moaning
Almost forgot I'm poor, so I'm skipping the breakfast
Sky's falling down so I'm using the craig-list
Searching for paid gigs
Working the grave-shift
Grades coming back and I've been hoping for A shit
Even a B or A C?
I guess It's pretty hard to focus when you're falling asleep
Pack my bags and I leave, in need of coffee and a Triscut
Meeting with some guys, producer of Fergalicious
And as im verbally ripping, about to finish it off...
"I'm sorry young man, it's just a little too pop."
Like Fuck..
Damn, can I catch me a break?
It's just one of those days
[Hook:]
If I asked if I could sit down under you and you asked me if I was alone
Believe me girl I'm alone
I hope you're like wise
Those long days
[Verse 2: Prof.K]
But on that long ride as gears started to grind... roof falling down
I patched it with silver lines
Because now would just be the time to make gold from glitter
Been a couple hands down so I choked the dealer
Before this rose can wither, can we water the plants?
A few Arizona Teas with interpretive dance.
Keep working the brand, until that cup half-gone
Need to write shit, I'll just bump Sufjan
Til the sunroof gone
And we feeling this shit
So what if I'm broke? I'll just wait till I'm rich
So just pass me a Twix and I'll be eating tonight
And any luck I'm coming home to some cable and lights
Maybe a bowl of some rice? I'm probably wrong
But if all else fails at least I got me a song
So if life's pretty sure and every thoughts a page
I guess I wouldn't mind just another long day
[Hook:]
Oh, I used to play the game
Oh I thought I was it
I played with a lot of mean wives
Til one did get around
Oh, I got hit and I keep trying to tell ya'll
Bullets don't have eyes. Oh no
They don't have eyes
They never did and they never will
You better believe me
They don't care who they hit now
( Prof. K )
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