EVERYDAY Lyrics - A$AP ROCKY

EVERYDAY Lyrics - A$AP ROCKY

[Rod Stewart:]

Everyday I spend my time

Drinking wine, feeling fine

Waiting here to find the sign

That I can understand

Yes I am

[Miguel:]

So everyday I spend my time

Drinking wine, feeling fine

Waiting here to find the sign

That I should take it slow

Off again did he go

To another dimension my mind

Body, soul imprisoned my eye

Probably going ballistic but listen

I'm missing a couple of screws

They ain't never do dreaming true, you been sipping away at the truth

But besides the wisdom I do-do-do

Rolling do, hitting switches, rolling ditches, blowing kisses

To the bitches, hold the biscuits, what's the business

Beat the system, cold defendants

Blow the symptoms, go to prison

Go to church and pray to father Lord forgive us

And only God can judge me

And he don't like no ugly

I look so fucking good most dykes'll fuck me buddy

Yeah I'm a piece of shit

I know I plead the fifth

I tell her holla if ya need some dick

The devotion its getting hopeless

Behold it I'm getting closest

My soul is I'm seeing ghosts

A solo is now a poet

Hypnosis overdose on potions

Adjusting to the motions

And getting out all my emotions

[Rod Stewart:]

Everyday I spend my time

Drinking wine, feeling fine

Waiting here to find the sign

That I can understand

Yes I am

[Miguel:]

So everyday I spend my time

Drinking wine, feeling fine

Waiting here to find the sign

That I should take it slow

This type of shit make a nigga wanna flip September through August

This type of shit got em busting off the clip in the middle of the office

And a message to the bosses

The Misfits new outfit is on the bloglist

Gorgeous hoes, keep the saying that they cost it

For the Porsche's get em nauseous

Plus I ain't even mad yet, niggas caught me in a good mood

Paparazzi wanna nag a nigga chillin' at the bag check

Wanna show me in my good shoes

When papa got the brand new bag

Flacko got the brand new rag

That's good news

Hood dudes usually don't look like you

How I'm finna get a deal and come back and the whole hood look like you

Screaming "Pimp Squad, hold it down!"

Can't drive, bitch I'm legally blind bitch

If I leave or die, it's up to me to decide

Shit niggas copping guns like they legal to buy

The only key to survive in getting a piece of the pie

Is to agree with them a lot or just believe a facade bitch

And I'll be fine just drinking my wine bitch

[Miguel x2:]

I got the love birds chirpin' out the window

But I don't need love no mo

I'll be fine

Sipping wine

Taking time slowly

[Rod Stewart:]

Everyday I spend my time

Drinking wine, feeling fine

Waiting here to find the sign

That I can understand

Yes I am

[Rod Stewart:]

Everyday I spend my time drinking wine

Feeling fine

Waiting here to find the sign

I don't care if I ever know

I got the love birds chirpin' out the window

But I don't need love no mo

I'll be fine

Sipping wine

Taking time slowly

[x2]

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L$D Lyrics - A$AP ROCKY

L$D Lyrics - A$AP ROCKY

I know I dream about her all day

I think about her with her clothes off

I'm ridin' 'round with my system pumpin' LSD

I look for ways to say, "I love you"

But I ain't into makin' love songs

Baby, I'm just rappin' to this LSD

She ain't a stranger to the city life

I introduce her to this hippy life

We make love under pretty lights, LSD (Acid)

I get a feelin' it's a trippy night

Them other drugs just don't fit me right

Girl, I really fuckin' want love, sex, dream

Another quarter to the face system

Make no mistakes, it's all a leap of faith for love

It takes a place in feelin' that you crave doin' love, sex, dreams

It started in Hollywood

Dreamin' of sharin' love

My tongue at a loss for words

Cause my feelings just said it all

Party just started up

Dreamin' of sharin' worlds

Held this feeling for way too long

Said, "I really wanna let it go"

I've been gettin' fly because the gimmick's so dope

I've been getting high cause I figured Lord told me

I've been drinking, driving, now we'll never go home

I gon' stay in doubt because the weather's so cold

Feeling low sometimes when the light shines down

Makes me high

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Feeling low sometimes when the light shines down

Makes me high

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

For all them hoes that was frontin' on niggas back in the day (this for my broke jiggy niggas) excuse me, fuck out my face.

They say wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, I learned that from a very wise man

Okay, excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems

My cheque arrive mañana, Imma pay my debt, I promise

I spent 20 thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas

Another 20 thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys

I said, "Excuse me, why the fuck you looking, what's your problem?"

I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments

All you see is niggas here, so that mean it's triggers there

What you mean? We got weed, and codeine and bricks for sale

I bet a lot of niggas plottin', so you know I got that heater, bruh

Drive my side in Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh

She got a apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh

Oh, you mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new bitch

(Excuse me) No, I believe the proper term's "Excuse you"

I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin' if I choose to

That’s when the new you becomin' different since they knew you

I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to

It started in Hollywood

Dreamin' of sharin' love

My tongue had a loss for words

Cause my feelings just said it all

I look for ways to say, "I love you"

But I ain't into makin' love songs

Baby I'm just rappin' to this LSD

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LORD PRETTY FLACKO JODYE 2 (LPFJ2) lyrics - A$AP ROCKY

LORD PRETTY FLACKO JODYE 2 (LPFJ2) lyrics - A$AP ROCKY

Who the jiggy nigga with the gold links?

Got me reminiscin' 'bout my old day

Three 6; suck a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day

Boomin' out the trap through the hallway

Tell me what you niggas know about it

Auntie sayin' turn it down, or she finna call the cops

We be plottin' on the ops, she the one who got the drop

Just a free, quick fix, to the A and it's okay

They gon' take me back to my old ways

I was tryna chill, poppin' seals ever since I got a deal

Kick it with my model chick

Sip Cris, fuck niggas wanna diss

Now I gotta let 'em know whose really trill

[Hook:]

Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye

Tell these fuck niggas, how you been?

You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then

On the style, gettin' styled 9 times out of 10

It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye

I ain't never lookin' for no handouts

Broke ass niggas never helpin' but they hands out

Find out where the fuck nigga live then we camp out

Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me with my pants down

Always been a stand up guy, I'd rather stand out

Raf Simmons, Stan Smith edition with my bands out

I'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, nigga hands down

If a nigga put his hands on me, that's a man down

Trick what? Pimps up, hoes down

Woah now, slow down

See they runnin' with my old style

Grow foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old style

It's a shame how they low down

Dirty like Adidas on my sneaker feature, uh

Trappin' through the speaker, peep the beeper ringer, uh

Turnin' off phones, just to reach 'em, gotta beep 'em

I'm a Lord motherfucker, better greet him if you see him

[Hook]

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