Jade Ox - Another Day lyrics

[Hook: Anna Peach] I guess I'll wait to see your face I guess I'll wait another day I guess I'll wait to see your face I guess I'll wait another day [Verse 1] Oxycodene, percocet The more I dream the smaller circles get With some dogs that bite and turn to vets And my city cold, go and get that thermal vest I ain't seen the sun in days, that's how nocturnals get 500 views, do it feel universal yet? Is we living off the hustle yet? Promise never sell out, we commercial yet? Looking at reflections, we eternal yet? And my city cold, we infernal yet? Did the blunt smoke get internal yet? Taste it off the tongue More than sprung, now she verbal wet Heard you got expelled Did your mom sign the tranferals yet? You know how the nights get You know how the knife gets When you told me that you cut yourself How you think my life get? All these women wishing they could be you People want to show they hearts And turn just way too see-through I just hope before you leave I get the chance to see you But I guess I'll wait another day [Hook] [Verse 2] When I pray just pray I pray to god Acting like my pockets full, I've been getting paid a lot Trying to stay away from pot But I got some troubles and they got some brothers And they move in like reunions And they got some others Next thing you know I'm downing pills And lying to my mother, damn Got some habits and addicts, so on and so on Got the doors locked, cause The Ox he be so gone Haven't seen me in some weeks In the basement, I can't speak Crawling on the floor in sheets Stomach weak, and I start to tweak Losing days, damn I lost a week Start to sweat, then I freeze in the night I ain't scared of flights I'm scared of heights Cause I seen the top and had to stop Cause I ain't seen nobody in my sight Now I drown and down some spirits, got some Sprite Got some tens I couldn't keep around but could've been my wife Talk about the highs and lows, I'm blowing in the sky I'm way too high look out below [Hook] [Outro] Taste it off the tongue More than sprung, now she verbal wet Talk about the highs and lows Got some habits and addicts, so on and so on You know how the nights get You know how the knife gets All these women wishing they could be All these women wishing they could be you All these women wishing they could be another