What more can I say? I fucked it up just go away And find another day To save me from my destiny. Remember when I said it wasn't real A straight
cry Buy another lullaby Jack is nimble, Jack is quick Pick your pocket, turn a trick Slow and steady, he's got time To commit another TV crime TV crime One day
be trippin We ain't having it Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back Once I hit the mat Niggaz will never get this shit back Spit
(Bonus track) [feat. Mike Bigga] [Verse 1: Chiddy] Come take a look in my neighborhood, another day up in the ghetto And grandma cookin' got the breakfast
yesterday go slipping through the cracks Funny how things change color then fade to another shade When you had it made it was all good but now look just another day
you see a nigga with me then theres more than one gun, five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one, or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun, we all know friendships turn
they told me you were gone All these normal people will I find another one? Monkey on my back, aching in my bones I forgot you said "One day you'll walk
feel that ecstacy and this is how we how we burn the tables turn and your lessons are learned you find yourself another way to spend your double stacked day
I cant lie Every time I leave my heart turns gray And I want to come back home to see your face And I, cause I just cant take it Another day without
a new life Say goodbye to mr. right Lock the door, turn out the light Pack your bags, leave this trap Run away, don't look back See another day with
to have my back Now we both don't know how to act Once I leave the door at my baby back I waited for the day that Together we can find another way back
get this good between us baby, yeah Look, Samantha, Loraine, Monica, Veronica Veronica, she treated my dick like a harmonica How you think I learned how to twist it and turn Ya back
up the game How you think they find the stash spots and follow the slang? STUPID Grown men playin cops and robbers Death for dollars, I'm too laid back
off like P. Diddy (woo) Business wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all just betray men (yeah) You screamin, I position, competition Another day
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
, survivor of a broken heart You're searching through all the thoughts you've gathered And it feels impossible to make it through another day Where do you turn
