Peter Rosenberg - Day In The Life lyrics

La Musica de Harry Fraud [Verse 1] On some third eye sh** What a young n***a to do? Little yute trying to figure the bigger truth Fed up with little proof, hopped off this stoop and co*ked this duece Adopted by the street life, Moms was juice and riches Pops was tools he lifted, son of a gun, he put fools in ditches Raised well, time went on and he aged well At age 12 dropped a twelve gauge of 28 twelves When I blaze this L, see n***as who ain't obey the style So they spray shells and tool-grade's the cells You remain swell, but you can tell that life that was once difficult Got flipped like reciprocals He retired the days in which he booted slaves and caught up in Fusillades, and now he gets induced whenever music plays [Hook x2] But that's just a day in the life, You saying it right, weak cats get dismayed in a night Get this made in a night You can say it ain't right [Verse 2] At the back of my mind I'm held hostage Incarcerated flow, they got me locked up and blocked up my chakras Only thing on my conscience is contracts and contests Can't burn no bridges, surready no calling back to the n***a I used to be when, sh** was new to me Move indubitably, honeys always talking about they nudity But stay including me to the exclusivities I love titties, but amor kitties You know I got those vato, you know the motto for models Trust you gon' swallow, but mine not those bottles Men lie, women lie, but not no lotto It's the primeval underground but nah, not no fossil [Hook]