Phonte - Next Day lyrics

* exclusive bonus track available at HipHopSite [Phonte - Intro] Y'know, ev'rybody was askin me After you quit your job...whatchu do? Uh... Walked outta Belk like, I was feelin brand new Something I never felt like, I had been emancipated And it seem strange but deep down I know it felt right Back to the crib, I went to tell my girl And she just looked at me like, "n***a, I already knew" So we packed up the Nissan and went to Maryland For the holidays, my son was bout to be two Fresh out of a job, what's a n***a to do? So I called Beni B., he shot n***as some loot So thankful to God that I was able to pay rent Met Kev Brown, did the "Can't Stay Away" sh** Went back home wit our pockets bu*t-naked Times got tight, we ain't know if we would make it Met with the label who decide that now we We'll do the first Little Brother tour through Cali Maaaan! sh** was whack as hell We was ready for +The Big Throwdown+ like Le-vert Me, Pooh, 9th, I.D., and Malachi In the crowded-a** van filled with ugly-a** T-shirts Dealin with the label drove Tiggalo bizzerk So when we got home, I put my foot on the flo' Said, "I ain't doin this management sh** no mo'" Gave the call to my n***a Big Dho, let's get it We started makin money doin some travelin But at home, my family life was steady unravelin Me and ol' girl wasn't seein eye to eye Just shackin up, layin thigh to thigh Not in love, just +Fakin Jax+ like InI She said, "Baby, you know I'll go through the wall for you" But when I stepped off the plane back from Portugal She was gone - f** it, y'all n***as heard "All For You" Came back to the crib, had to pack all my sh** up Cause that's when we did our first tour with Hiero Seem like everyday them n***as stay high tho' I love y'all, thanks for teachin us how to grind, yo Came off the road with my name well-respected Hit the studio, me and Nic finished "Connected" Money in my pocket and a new apartment And on top of that - now the major labels is watchin Heeeey! It was the top of '04 And everythang seem to be movin in slo-mo n***as wanted a deal so bad, they can taste it But everyday, it seem like it would be a no-go With a palm that's sweaty and hand that's jittery Signed, to Atlantic and the rest is misery Oops! - Freudian slip, I mean the rest is history I"m just still a little hot, excuse my n******gy In the middle of makin "The Minstrel Show" We was out one night, saw this thang that caught my eye I like the way that she danced, like the way that she moved Fly conversation and the way she thought was fly She moved in and we got real close And I can see that she was way above av-erage So we tied the knot, and my second son dropped About, six weeks after the album did Y'all n***as know the rest, I won't bore you widdit "Minstrel Show" came and went; we went to war with critics They said, "We wouldn't make it as a two-man team" But this is part of a two-man dream That I had in my heart since I walked out the store That's what I did with my next day, whatchu gon' do with YOURS? Whatchu gon' do with YOURS? ...and that's what hap'n, peace!