Retch - Another Day lyrics

[Verse 1] Ungh, at the window of the twenty-sixth floor Seen a lot of money but i'm tryna see more Met a lot of people tried to smoke with them all Networking is key and i ain't talking no calls Ungh, look at all of these broads Running through events rubbing shoulders with the stars Destiny is this and that's something i know sure Cause i'm just a kid from Jersey but the part with no shore Ungh, but they got a lot of crack for sale And plenty a** whooping's for free [????] MTV, it ain't all PG And past one-twelve man it ain't all peachy Youngins looking for cream tryna come up easy And everything's a come-up when you come-up greasy Ramen noodles and mac made easy [?] pop you out your kicks [?] your head all [?] [Hook] Ungh, but tomorrow is another day All out of sour so i guess i'll smoke a blunt of haze Ain't been home in a couple days But when i touch home everything the same, i'm sayin' (x2) [Verse 2] Nikes by the fork with a airport crew-neck Catch a n***a coming at my crew neck On his face i two-step How you like my dance moves? n***as getting slapped up, b**hes getting cancelled Candy a** n***as like the house they held Hansel Violate your crib and slap the pictures of the mantle Now that's just belligerent Gotta show these n***as you ain't ignorant And that right there is so [?] and ridiculous Sorry i don't compliment your n***a-ness The white man put us down but we the final blow deliver us Them we wonder why them n***as always wanna pick on us Cause we walk around like our pants ain't never fitting us Old enough to know, but young enough to still not give a f** Yeah i contradict myself, so what? Balls in your throat s*ut Gag, gag, gag 'Till you throw up Know what? Never wanna grow up Want the bread, cheese lettuce, hold the coldcut [Hook] Ungh, but tomorrow is another day All out of [?] so i guess i'll smoke a blunt of haze Ain't been home in a couple days But when i touch home everything the same, i'm sayin' (x2) [Verse 3] X's on my hand and wristbands from last night I'm just tryna make it last, so i'm out here living each and every evening like my last night Had to be a millionaire inside my past life Boss life, whatchu know about it? Pimp like how we go 'bout it Make a n***a smack a hoe about it Go and count some dough about it Pull a hoe and make her blow about it Swear to god this my last gla** Type to type to tell a mediocre b**h she [??] Like a fart she can pa** gas But i ain't even gonna stroke that Just make her blow me while i blow gra** -- [Hook] Ungh, but tomorrow is another day All out of [?] so i guess i'll smoke a blunt of haze Ain't been home in a couple days But when i touch home everything the same, i'm sayin' (x2)