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Goldlink - Days Like This // Lyrics - Letra
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
GoldLink
GoldLink
Vocals
Khalid Robinson
Khalid Robinson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'Anthony Carlos
D'Anthony Carlos
Songwriter
Michael Uzowuru
Michael Uzowuru
Songwriter
Teo Halm
Teo Halm
Songwriter
Khalid Robinson
Khalid Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Uzowuru
Michael Uzowuru
Producer
Teo Halm
Teo Halm
Producer
Jon Buice
Jon Buice
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Valor Victor
Valor Victor
Assistant Engineer
Peter Hewitt-Dutton
Peter Hewitt-Dutton
Mastering Engineer

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Days like this (Yeah) Man, I gotta vent (Yeah) I don't have no friends (Yeah) Guess that depends on the mood that I'm in, yeah Heard she copped the whip, but she can't pay your rent That don't make sense, you're not makin' sense Common sense, common sense That don't make sense, you're not makin' sense Common sense, common sense Know you see me trippin' when I'm ridin' I keep it lowkey, gotta hide it VVS' on her necklace so she shinin' She don't want power, she want diamonds Mmm, nah, yeah But I gotta be real about it, mmm, nah Don't know how to feel, so I blame it on you Days like this (Yeah) Man, I gotta vent (Yeah) I don't have no friends (Yeah) Guess that depends on the mood that I'm in, yeah Heard she copped the whip, but she can't pay your rent That don't make sense, you're not makin' sense Common sense, common sense That don't make sense, you're not makin' sense Common sense, common sense Yeah, a lotta street back in '06 Turned thirteen, had my first stick Ride around the city with the stolen whips Fought niggas 'fore I had a first kiss Sent a lotta niggas in the hearse In the dirt, but it work Now they dead, in my head Never scared but prepared No lie, I ride, I die, for mine You slide, I slide, he cries, he cries My niggas never switch up, keep that hiccup on my side And she like me 'cause she know that ghetto backstroke keep her tired Hands tied, and she know I bite, hit it from the side Ride it right, hands up on your thighs, guide you to the light We takin' flight, wear your pair of heels, you don't like it chill Keep it real, you like better when I hit it with this hill Knock it out, so baby knock it off You know I'm a dog, with my paws And I lick your jaws, get you out them drawers Have a ball, I'ma do it all, next day you 'gon crawl Call my phone, have your pretty never leave me 'lone Days like this (Yeah) Man, I gotta vent (Yeah) I don't have no friends (Yeah) Guess that depends on the mood that I'm in, yeah Heard she copped the whip, but she can't pay your rent That don't make sense, you're not makin' sense Common sense, common sense That don't make sense, you're not makin' sense Common sense, common sense
Writer(s): Michael Uzowuru, D'anthony Carlos, Khalid Robinson, Teo Halm Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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