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Little Brother - All in a Day lyrics

Artist: Little Brother

album: May the Lord Watch


Baby, it's all in a day
LB bidness
My pen used to run across the page doin' suicides
When they said by 25 that you would lie
Inside a box, no controllin' the locks
It's like Vegas in a way, you don't see no clocks
I need all the luck, Shamrock
Rapper feat, my career, timeline parallel to an athletes
No cheat meals, no cheap thrills
Make sure I clear the room whenever the tea spills (Tea spills)
It's like I trained with Mike Tyson out in Catskills
Big Dho was my Cus D'Amato
Now we watch these new niggas act real for bravo
When the truth a big pill to swallow
Used to write to show niggas I was better than you, you, you
Any comparison, it's whatever man (Whatever man)
Y'all can Cirque Du Soleil all day
Word to Yahweh, I'm good on whatever y'all say
So whenever y'all play my quotes, jot them notes
Examinin' things I wrote, just get the story right
I brought my lunch pail to work everyday
You decide to walk away,
That's when they wanna sing your praises like (Blackness)
"We always loved that nigga" and the next week nobody remembers
It's like that
Baby, it's all in a day
Ayy, new Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo
Yo, I won't stop rockin' 'til I retire (Yeah, yeah)
On a Saturday like the Mighty Ryeders (Yeah)
Adidas with some flip-flops is my attire
Streamed your lil' album, shit was inconsistent, meh, spotty fire
Y'all niggas mighty quiet, might be tonsillitis
Tigallo flow cold like he got a virus
And you to me is Gilligan to a Somali pirate
Niggas sail on down the line
So unbothered, what's a roar to a dandelion? (Fresh)
Memories of a different past, a different bag
In the bathroom checkin' my reflection in the tempered glass
Finally accepting what I see and it's a different swag
My definition of freedom is real tight
You ask me what I'm doin' tomorrow,
My only response is "Whatever the fuck I feel like"
Made 40 revolutions over the sun and still it feels like I only begun
I got bank accounts holding my funds
Shoulders tired from holding my sons
And hands are tired from holding my tongue
I cared much more, now I care much less
What sucks is young buck's ideas of success
'Til you kill shit, you have no sins to confess
Nigga, pipe down, one round is not a fuck-fest
Know thyself and the lights on the scene won't blind
Just work, 'cause well-oiled machines don't grind
Thin line between novel versus novelty
My rate of jewels per verse is just perverse
So listen, captain's bars for my honorable niggas
And fair warning to you carnival niggas
I'm out
Baby, it's all in a day
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Smooth it out
While we're absent, one for another, ooh yeah
While we're absent, one for another
It won't be too long, no, no
While we're absent, one for another
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
While we're absent, one for another
While we're absent, one for another, ooh, oh
While we're absent, one for another
Bah, bah, bah, bah
While we're absent, one for another, ooh, oh
While we're absent, one for another
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Mah-mah-mah-mah

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