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(Intro) Cloudy days are reality Sunny days are sitcoms Yeah Cloudy days are reality And sunny days are sitcoms It'll only get better from here. I know. (GQ) Lord bless me with another day That's why I get up. Try and work it out but shit it's hard for me to sit up. Girl hit me I ain't pick up, we gonna talk later. Another story with some lost pages. Lose sleep like it's Las Vegas Not a bit early. They don't see me they feel me, Big Shirley. Hm, Now I'm in a zone can't shoot me out it. Why I feel alone when the room is crowded. Back when picking friends was a hard task Praying and wishing I had what the stars had. Bad memories, light them up, burn them down. Dreams switch more than Hakeem with a turn around. I'm on a team but they don't know it, Rudy Fame. A few dots, my circle smaller than coodie games. Letras de cancionesPartly cloudy, I ring shit. He out here up in California, Represent it proudly. Liars, like how he just create the truth like Geppetto. My mind is a cave and the booth is my echo. Smooth as a flute with a chello, Hello. Going for the green I ain't slowing for the yellow. I'm up there, I don't think manut's on my level Fully equipped I don't think your coupe’s on my level. I will poop on your level. I'm talking so high I gotta sky dive nigga Just to stoop to your level Commute through the treble, no trouble. Would try to explain the pain but shit the rain leave puddles. Bad when you struggle as a free man see man. A lot of niggas tried and feel short like weeman And for my nigga Sid, See I told you how I'd beat him. Going bananas like I'm swingin on a tree branch. Hard trying to see what don't exist Just making up for everything I missed and cause of this I made a promise to myself, get right before the light come. Might run to it if it's bright enough, before it cut out. Don't mean nothing to me I knife him up. Air flights not for me to hype them up Dominoes line them up Until I, No longer can breath and my eyes are shut. See I love it for the fact that they don't like it much. Yeah What's not for them is life to us. With only one, That's why I care about it twice as much. Long days, eyes blood shot, Ruby frames. It's been a year since you hit me up Julie James. Linebacker for luck, I got a right to rush. I love a woman with class that still spike a punch. Up in an Autumn, Peace, cool when I spark the leaf. Niggas running gun playing smart as Keef. Remote flicking looking for entertainment. Pulp fiction, juicing it for arrangements. I'm in love with it, see who I'm engaged with. Wake them up and put them to sleep like, where the days went? Went days saying my days will turn to them days And them days done turn to Wednesday. Tomorrows finally here. Finally clear to me this blurred vision ain't scaring me Comparing me and what I see to bird vision, parakeet. It's like they damned me to succeed. Money, clothes and sunflower hoes that like to suck seeds. Fuck needs. I need what I want and what I want is what I strive for. Foot away like 5'4'' Fuck I gotta lie for, I'm here. But I ride slow, higher than my pride go. See I know a lot of shit, shit that only I know. For those just tuning in welcome to my show I'm not your average guy, Joe I'm heartfelt like Kadeem Hardison, falling off a rim. You don't always have to write what's right to hold a pen. And Soda sends no bars into the coffee But if the match get hot, it's no frosty. Fought me for being submitted like good art Could have ended up bad from having a good start. Could have parted like seas but please, I'd rather lead my people through rough streams I too, be a canoe, who knew Or could imagine my pattern is on now. Just Keith faith on my side like argyle Stars now shine brighter than fire under a pot. Though I still can't seem to cook from what I got. Maybe my recipe is slightly off measurement They talk shit but I ignore it like a peppermint. Ready roll but it's rocky as a sediment Road that I know so well but yet I've never went In that direction, protection from the signs Painting my life portrait trying to stay inside the line. Then it go (Outro) Repetition Why the effort missing? Do they hear it all? Are they even listening? Repetition Why the effort missing? Do they hear it all? I hope they was listening, listening. Yeah Hope they was listening listening Yeah Hope they was listening listening Bright Lady Nights And my nigga. From Letras Mania