Everyday (feat. Rod Stewart x Miguel x Mark Ronson)

Every day I spend my time Drinking wine, feeling fine Waiting here to find the sign That I can understand Yes, I am So every day I spend my time Drinking wine, feeling fine Waiting here to find the sign That I should take it slow (here I go, here I go, here I go) Off again, there he go to another dimension My mind, body, soul imprisoned My eye probably going ballistic but listen I'm missing a couple of screws, they ain't never do drilling True, you been sipping away at the truth A double shot of wisdom'll do (do-do) Do, do, rolling through, hitting switches Rolling ditches, blowing kisses to the bitches, holding biscuits What's the business? Beat the system Co-defendants, blow the sentence, go to prison Go to church and pray to father, Lord forgive us (amen) And only God can judge me (yeah) And he don't like no ugly I look so fucking good most dykes'll fuck me buddy Yeah, I'm a piece of shit, I know I plead the fifth I tell her, "Holla, if ya need some dick" The devotion is getting hopeless, but, hold it, I'm getting close As my soul is, I'm seeing ghosts, a solo is now a poet Hypnosis overdose on potions, adjusting to the motions And getting out all my emotions Every day I spend my time Drinking wine, feeling fine Waiting here to find the sign That I can understand Yes, I am So every day I spend my time Drinking wine, feeling fine Waiting here to find the sign That I should take it slow (here I go, here I go, here I go) Uh, this type of shit Make a nigga wanna flip September through August This type of shit got 'em busting off the clip in the middle of the office And a message to the bosses The Misfits' new outfit is on the bloglist Gorgeous hoes, keep the saying that they caused it For the Porsche's get 'em nauseous Plus I ain't even mad yet, niggas caught me in a good mood Paparazzi wanna nag a nigga chillin' at the bag check Hope they show me in my good shoes When papa got the brand new bag, Flacko got the brand new rag That's good news, hood dudes usually don't look like you How it feel to get a deal and come back and the whole hood look like you? Screaming "Pimp Squad, hold it down!" Can't drive, bitch I'm legally blind, bitch If I leave or die, it's up to me to decide Shit niggas copping guns like they legal to buy The only key to survive in getting a piece of the pie Is to agree with a lot or just believe a façade, bitch And I'll be fine just-a drinking my wine, bitch I got the love birds chirpin' at the window But I don't need love no more I'll be fine, sipping wine Taking time slow I got the love birds chirpin' at the window But I don't need love no more I'll be fine, sipping wine So, every day I spend my time Drinking wine, feeling fine Waiting here to find the sign That I can understand Yes, I am Every day I spend my time Drinking wine, feeling fine Waiting here to find the sign I don't care if I ever know (here I go, here I go, here I go) I got the love birds chirpin' at the window But I don't need love no more, oh so I'll be fine, sipping wine Taking time slow I got the love birds chirpin' at the window But I don't need love no more, oh so I'll be fine, sipping wine Taking time slow