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Everyday

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Everyday è stato pubblicato il 20 novembre 2001 da Bad Boy Records come parte dell'album Child of the Ghetto

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumChild of the Ghetto

Data di uscita20 novembre 2001

EtichettaBad Boy Records

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM86

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

G. Dep

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

J. Griff

Songwriter

K. Watts

Songwriter

R.Lawrence

Songwriter

T. Coleman

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

J. Griff

Producer

K. Watts

Producer

R.Lawrence

Producer

Dom Mancuso

Assistant Engineer

"Prince Charles" Alexander

"Prince Charles" Alexander

Mixing Engineer

Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre

Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre

Vocal Producer

Testi

Listen

I'ma tell you straight like this

Word up, listen

Ayo, I walk down the block with my stomach in knots

Spend time hustlin', runnin' from cops

Broke as a joke, no wins at all

Can't play ball and my Timbs are small

Can't buy trees with government cheese

I'd rather be where it's breeze, **** bubblin' keys

My mom's got two jobs, one on her knees

And writin' letters to the governor, please call off the D's

My baby mother with another brother with cash

They drive by, roll down the window and laugh

I solve all my problems with indo and hash

Bought my daughter a Nintendo, now she callin' him dad

My landlord's a jerk, the water don't work

My little sister twelve and she bought her own skirt

Rather do Kirk than do her homework

Talk blunts and boys and she'll jump for joy

Shit's twisted, opportunity knocked but I missed it

Out in the park gettin' lifted

So now I'm sittin' here shit out of luck

Without a buck and it don't make a difference

So do you hear me?

'Cause if you don't I'll come up close and say it clearly

I got to know, I got to go

I strive for my pay each and every way

But this type of shit, it happens every day

It's like I'm trapped in a maze, walk around in a daze

I won't rest 'til I'm paid or I'm down in my grave

I wanna look tough but my sneakers are scuffed

Every day passin' the week is enough

I had a little money but it came and it went

Now it's either pay the rent or stay in a tent

And it don't make sense how this shit is intense

And all you got up in your pocket is lint, you get the hint?

I had a cigarette for breakfast just for beginners

Pride for my lunch and sleep for dinner

Try to go to church, priest call me a sinner

They call me everything except for a winner

I'm walkin' in the rain wishin' things would change

It ain't a game, man, I pawned all the rings and chains

Emotionally scarred from losin' my job

Pass the 'gnar, ****, times is hard

Now do you hear me?

'Cause if you don't I'll come up close and say it clearly

I got to know, I got to go

I strive for my pay each and every way

But this type of shit, it happens every day

Now would you check me?

If I was you and you was me, would you respect me?

I got to know, I got to go

I strive for my pay each and every way

But this type of shit, it happens every day

Yo, I ain't gon' front, all I want is a blunt

A pair of blue and yellow Dunks and my hundreds in chunks

But people see me put the purse to the front

I'm wakin' up early on the first of the month

Honeys don't respect when you call 'em collect

And it's twenty-five cent, you can call 'em direct

I put my life on the line, I ain't makin' a dime

**** call me, "Never mind, man, you wastin' your time"

Ayo, I'm livin' in the ghetto and I'm tryin' to survive

At the same time a **** rollin' by on the five

Can't find a job for a nine to five

It's like I only get by when I'm feelin' the high

And I ain't got no smoke, the elevator broke

I'm at the end of my rope tryin' to find a way to cope

I'm sippin' on gin thinkin' how I could win

I don't know where it begin but this is where it could end

Now do you hear me?

'Cause if you don't I'll come up close and say it clearly

I got to know, I got to go

I strive for my pay each and every way

But this type of shit, it happens every day

Now would you check me?

If I was you and you was me, would you respect me?

I got to know, I got to go

I strive for my pay each and every way

But this type of shit, it happens every day

Written by: J. Griff, K. Watts, R.Lawrence, T. Coleman

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