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What a day at the park The Estate Sale What a day at the park Gangsta Grillz I pulled up in that eighteenth letter repeat buggy Had to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me My lady, she don't trust me, know I'm a sick puppy Know that women throw themselves at me and men want me Anything could happen for attention and rent money I got so much on my plate, that's why I sit funny So many hand-outs, so much back bending So much entitlement my family be acting in So many white diamonds, yeah, I got jungle fever But they didn't raise me, so shout out black women So much commenting, show me what you good at Tell me the highs of the valley that your boots stood at You couldn't fit in my loafers if you took a steroid And I wouldn't handle your baggage if I had a bell boy I'm rarely replying to texts, barely enjoying the sex I got a pain in my chest, that's from suppressing the stress Lionel, he know me the best Told me I know the answer, but Clancy, he gave me the best advice that I heard in a sec' I need to call me a jet, I need to pack me a bag I need to get me a cabin, need some scrimmage in chess Letras de cancionesI could've bought me some land, I went and flooded my neck I say this shit with my chest, I am like one of the best (Greatest) I am a workaholic and I need to get me some rest I'd rather get these ideas off, I'd rather not steer off my path I'm so scared of going back to my past I work, I swear it's hard not shaking that fear off White boy said I brag too much, the black kid said it's inspiring Duality is tiring, my girl would kill me if she knew the things I was desiring Suppressing it, get it out the way, I put the sirens in, yeah What a day at the park What a day at the park What a day Look, I don't fuck with parties, I don't fuck with the paparazzi Never have I drove a Hellcat or a Maserati Never needed others for my personal validation She ain't getting touched if she cannot hold a conversation Never had a bulky Richard Mille as a wristwatch I never seen Amiri, never posted on TikTok I never had desire for promethazine in a soda Never made eye contact with a woman in Fashion Nova Never had to fit in no lane Never wore Beats By Dre headphones to get a video made, uh Bunnyhop validated, pedaling Hitting wheelies like Chris retaliated, just look around Every opportunity allocated I put so many niggas on, you thought DJ Khaled made it From cold showers, I used to hate it Now I'm spending fifteen for the new roof, it ain't renovated I could see the ocean where I sleep and the house is gated No Calabasas, I Brentwood it or Palisade it The freckled girls articulating art got me salivating (I love it) Wall is Henry Taylor with the trunks, I be playing Jenga The last tour, dog, I cleaned house They mad I made it, I'm so conceited Feeling myself, ego masturbating, I graduated After album five, I got syndicated, you want the old T? Sorry G, that picture faded Come get with me What a day at the park (I like to call that) What a day at the park (Oh my God) Yeah I'm a dead poet (Poet), tabletop stumping (Stumping) I'm a free spirit, have the whole jail jumping (Jumping) Ever since a youngin', moved at my pace (At my own) Scared of having youngins 'cause I like my space (Yeah) Selfish ain't the word (Nope), regret ain't either (Nuh-uh) Before you get the huffing and the puffing, take a breather (Hah-hah-hah) Put yourself first if you're living with a dream (Put yourself first) Be your biggest cheerleader, motherfuck the team One From Letras Mania