$T3R30TYP3 - Long Days lyrics

[Hook: $T3R30TYP3] Long days, even longer nights Looking through this lens and ending up beyond your sight Approach me with the facts, a poster preaching wrong advice cause I won't give you sympathy, but sh**, maybe the ganja might Long nights, even longer days I've been climbing for a while and no one's on baley I've been smoking marijuana like it's oxygen and drinking liquor like it's H20 so f** what god would say [Verse 1: $T3R30TYP3] The days are getting longer and longer, the nights as well, it's harder to find a balance than tryna' find a light in hell A self prescribed insomniac that's tryna' hit the hay but all he does is hit the bottle, pack a bowl, ignite the k** Damn, I couldn't even tell you the difference between the night and day anymore The hour gla** just started flipping itself, my mind is flipping in circles and since I want to flip this money I don't lay anymore Cause it's a waste of time I'd rather spend it on production and working until my currency's currently the discussion, I'm certainly into something that's personally corruption but I'm the person to be in the working scene until nothing's left [Hook: $T3R30TYP3] Long days, even longer nights Looking through this lens and ending up beyond your sight Approach me with the facts, a poster preaching wrong advice cause I won't give you sympathy, but sh**, maybe the ganja might Long nights, even longer days I've been climbing for a while and no one's on baley I've been smoking marijuana like it's oxygen and drinking liquor like it's H20 so f** what god would say [Verse 2: Max Taylor] I couldn't count these sheep, so I count my blessings eight days of the week as we're praying for sleep with no reason to eat without beef in our bellies or need for a piece of the pie These people are bleeding inside, I bleed for a piece of the mind to remind of the wasted time, I haven't wasted mine, but I take it, embrace it, and wait for the night Believe in this scheme as you sleep with these demons that creep in disguise f** with my brethren they'll teach you a lesson a pleasant surprise Life's a test to you die, infected with lessons cause heaven's a lie These days of oppression and nights of subjection are endless, they're restless and saying goodbye [Outro] Every dog has his day, huh, Mel?