E-dubble - DayQuil lyrics

[Verse 1] Feeling kinda hoarse today, so no horse play All business. Skip the fun foreplay Skin thickness triples by the minute - - with a promise that you made saying that you'd never quit it The decisions that you made that you live with Take a second [to] recognize what the gift is Never re-gift it. Never exchange No Yankee swap. You're a Phillie - don't trade No Abreu. No McNabb. No collapse No team colors. Only what's under that P cap Wear black cause the spectrum's been gone The wach center started hosting rounds of ping pong You wanna be a champion- slam the ring on You feeling outkast, wear a mask you Kling on Fix up; get a track to sing on Your auto-tune blues build your wordly kingdom - -but that sh** can shatter. The sh** that matters - - ain't on your wrist or in fashion It exists within your own pa**ion You want it to spread, but instead it gets bashed in f**-- but the people keep clapping Reasons are wrong. Chalk it up to sh** happening Bills get paid, so hey you gon' cash in Time to get fat, and splurge; no more rations [Hook] Start the clock. Hit the lights We got time to make it right I ain't stoppin' until the breathe's gone And even then I'll probably hit em with the d**h song Show the scars that you earned Need the pain to help you learn We cut through that - old bullsh** Burning fires from retired old pulpits Talk your sh**. Be yourself Play the cards that you've been dealt I don't fake well, but I shake chills Still here and I'm sipping on DayQuil [Verse 2] Top shelf- even when my health is in question So please quell all the questions No more guesses. Full court press And your point got caught, then called for ??? Damn- we dont' even use our subs Cover enough bases to shake basement clubs Wake up motherf**er. f** your payment stub My labor's love-- ask your girl's labia --it knows it, and so does her hymen My mind can shine when I'm rhyme but I am not golden Time can't stretch and I can't control it They throw punches that I just roll with Black and blue. My bruises get scolded Can't shake the pain but I can dull it Too busy for ridgety. No soul sh** Still tryna fly, but I'm grounded at Dulles [Hook] [Verse 3] For all my lovers, and all my haters I throw a cup up full of that makers I know it s**s sometimes - - but luck is blind We grind, and you never gonna shake us Take the mask off. My rap sauce stays gazpaucho So cold, but the cheese is nacho Caliente, and oh so liquid When I get it I'm gonna scramble - - like Michael Vick's pitts Number 1, and I'm starting now Little kids only worry bout a party foul I'm about to bring a gnarly sound It's Friday at 5:30 you can party now