What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
Sitting here thinking hey I wish that it worked
I'm alone in my room and I feel like a jerk
How I'm posed to read a situation blatant in my face when
This chick is talking bout her coochie feelings we misplace them
She done made a move an then I woke up so confused
Because she left a text saying it's too sexual
These are the times that I think back to the tribe
Called quest we keep it moving baby please don't kill the vibe
Why the hell you gotta leave our situation weird
I thought that we were just chilling drinking wine keeping it real
And if I'm being honest situation left me ill
No not like matic more like static
She done left and left me with some thoughts that problematic
I caught myself slipping stop that shit I must refrain
Because that energy'll turn resentment to disdain
I think I got it easy yet sometimes I do complain
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
Walked outside head ain't that high
Truth be told this was a time in which I wanted to die
It was - freshly spring cruel summer peaked it's head early
Wasn't wordy Kappa meeting round 11:30
Lawrence please just understand then she ran like a derby
You cannot claim to care then run up out here up in a hurry
How the hell I make it home homie I never know
But here is a memory I remember for sure
That joint juicy came on my shuffle
And in that moment gave a sigh out and then let a chuckle
I let that tape rock till that tape popped
And that was when I realized that I cope with Hip Hop
Peep the irony was only 23 thinking that my life was over
Dear red rover lemme send the message over
Those feelings lead me to this writing now I'm Casanova
And it'll put me and my team right the f*ck where we supposed to
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
Can't lie with the last part I ain't know where to start
Then the homie Tony told me add some substance and heart
So let's go back to them days chilling late in the park
Picture L daydreaming of making a mark
Back then I didn't like rap who woulda thought
Just your average 12 year old who be feeling so lost
Thinking I'd get out of town no matter the cost
Now you gotta understand they told me i couldn't floss
That I wasn't real smart that my mind at a loss
Now I own my own company f*ck you pay me the boss
Oh college wasn't realistic
3.2 GPA on time so get up off of this dick
F*ck your life yo I'm back up on the pimp shit
The homie Tony told me hit the beat real ignant
Come at me and you know you dead up in an instant
If you don't love the life you live then you should flip it
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
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English
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
Sitting here thinking hey I wish that it worked
I'm alone in my room and I feel like a jerk
How I'm posed to read a situation blatant in my face when
This chick is talking bout her coochie feelings we misplace them
She done made a move an then I woke up so confused
Because she left a text saying it's too sexual
These are the times that I think back to the tribe
Called quest we keep it moving baby please don't kill the vibe
Why the hell you gotta leave our situation weird
I thought that we were just chilling drinking wine keeping it real
And if I'm being honest situation left me ill
No not like matic more like static
She done left and left me with some thoughts that problematic
I caught myself slipping stop that shit I must refrain
Because that energy'll turn resentment to disdain
I think I got it easy yet sometimes I do complain
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
Walked outside head ain't that high
Truth be told this was a time in which I wanted to die
It was - freshly spring cruel summer peaked it's head early
Wasn't wordy Kappa meeting round 11:30
Lawrence please just understand then she ran like a derby
You cannot claim to care then run up out here up in a hurry
How the hell I make it home homie I never know
But here is a memory I remember for sure
That joint juicy came on my shuffle
And in that moment gave a sigh out and then let a chuckle
I let that tape rock till that tape popped
And that was when I realized that I cope with Hip Hop
Peep the irony was only 23 thinking that my life was over
Dear red rover lemme send the message over
Those feelings lead me to this writing now I'm Casanova
And it'll put me and my team right the f*ck where we supposed to
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
Can't lie with the last part I ain't know where to start
Then the homie Tony told me add some substance and heart
So let's go back to them days chilling late in the park
Picture L daydreaming of making a mark
Back then I didn't like rap who woulda thought
Just your average 12 year old who be feeling so lost
Thinking I'd get out of town no matter the cost
Now you gotta understand they told me i couldn't floss
That I wasn't real smart that my mind at a loss
Now I own my own company f*ck you pay me the boss
Oh college wasn't realistic
3.2 GPA on time so get up off of this dick
F*ck your life yo I'm back up on the pimp shit
The homie Tony told me hit the beat real ignant
Come at me and you know you dead up in an instant
If you don't love the life you live then you should flip it
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
Sitting here thinking hey I wish that it worked
I'm alone in my room and I feel like a jerk
How I'm posed to read a situation blatant in my face when
This chick is talking bout her coochie feelings we misplace them
She done made a move an then I woke up so confused
Because she left a text saying it's too sexual
These are the times that I think back to the tribe
Called quest we keep it moving baby please don't kill the vibe
Why the hell you gotta leave our situation weird
I thought that we were just chilling drinking wine keeping it real
And if I'm being honest situation left me ill
No not like matic more like static
She done left and left me with some thoughts that problematic
I caught myself slipping stop that shit I must refrain
Because that energy'll turn resentment to disdain
I think I got it easy yet sometimes I do complain
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
Walked outside head ain't that high
Truth be told this was a time in which I wanted to die
It was - freshly spring cruel summer peaked it's head early
Wasn't wordy Kappa meeting round 11:30
Lawrence please just understand then she ran like a derby
You cannot claim to care then run up out here up in a hurry
How the hell I make it home homie I never know
But here is a memory I remember for sure
That joint juicy came on my shuffle
And in that moment gave a sigh out and then let a chuckle
I let that tape rock till that tape popped
And that was when I realized that I cope with Hip Hop
Peep the irony was only 23 thinking that my life was over
Dear red rover lemme send the message over
Those feelings lead me to this writing now I'm Casanova
And it'll put me and my team right the f*ck where we supposed to
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
Can't lie with the last part I ain't know where to start
Then the homie Tony told me add some substance and heart
So let's go back to them days chilling late in the park
Picture L daydreaming of making a mark
Back then I didn't like rap who woulda thought
Just your average 12 year old who be feeling so lost
Thinking I'd get out of town no matter the cost
Now you gotta understand they told me i couldn't floss
That I wasn't real smart that my mind at a loss
Now I own my own company f*ck you pay me the boss
Oh college wasn't realistic
3.2 GPA on time so get up off of this dick
F*ck your life yo I'm back up on the pimp shit
The homie Tony told me hit the beat real ignant
Come at me and you know you dead up in an instant
If you don't love the life you live then you should flip it
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
What the f*ck can we complain about with days like this
Oh my momma never told us bout them days like this
When you wake up reminisce about them days you miss
How bout you sit down and write some real shit
Writer: Lawrence D'Onofrio III
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC