P. Soul - Counting Days lyrics

(Intro)‪ One day. (Monday) Two days. (Tuesday) Three days. Four days. Five days. (Friday) Max Nordau: (Verse 1)‪ Yea, been thinking bout this sh** And you know me I'm always drinking bout it This b**h got me f**ed up. She knows watsup. That's f**ed up! I'm f**ing giving up on this sh** On sh** Weed and dreams are my two prescriptions. I'm a victim to depression But I ain't depressed for sh** I'm a villian Waiting for a chance to win Where's my happy ending? My beginning never said So I guess I'm dead To the world A menace to the people But when I see you? My presence becomes someone Which is sentenced to see through, Visions. ‪ I've read this book, And it took me ages Stages of stories. Levels of education But now I know what I'm facing. It's no worry Getting an evaluation, By my peers I'm peer pressured I'll like to rea**ure my schedule I'm available when she's able, To give me time. If she ain't giving up money for the cable, Looks like we just looking at a blank screen. A tv with no satellite. I guess we just chilling. She just might start digging, Inside my mind Looks like I'm alright. I'm fine. FRIZ: (Hook)‪ One day. (Monday) Two days. (Tuesday) Three days. Four days. Five days. (Friday) Wednesday I've spent a day for Thursday It's the first rate for my weekend. The first date and she freakin' You know when she receiving Money she spend Now she leaving. Max Nordau: (Verse 2)‪ Looks like I need an escort Through my tunnel of life But I'm an expert when it comes to my mind Cz my heart doesn't know how to feel So it shines a lightbulb Oh look how bright that is? That's it! I'm right where I need to be I just hold on tight Cause this rides a remedy. A night in these empty streets, Empty me. I like how you kept me at my feet I just might simply beep If you're in my way It's a one way travel So unravel your words And grab on to what you've heard. Cause your "acting" only works, On an audience Which is great. I'm applauding this Now you got a b**h to claim, A pitch to play (You're insane!) Which is the same, As the rest Which means, You ain't putting your best. At it. Music is my fluid I inject the drug. I'm an addict Now I experiment, And now you're in my experience. Hearing this. Feeling sh** But you ain't fearing this Which means I'm a failure Again I'm hurt By my own words But I'm putting in work To push in my slurs. And move joy out of my life. Trying to avoid This sh** in my mind Which is, The pursuit of Happiness Which I purchase for Valuable things (Hook)‪ Max Nordau: (Verse 3) Yea, she just left me. f**ed up. She put the best in me, Pills such as ecstasy Filled me with these d**, To feel happy. (LSD) The worst feeling is no feelings You experiment my experience. I say you experimenting, On your own experience. Your soul experiences experiments You're getting old. You glow with gold You've grown cold. And your story unfolds. You should panic, For taking acid. But I'm calm Til I fall in Acid And burn my tonsils. I can not sing this song. So I've decided, To hit this bong I'm gone *Bong hit