Daily, seems like i just can’t get ahead
as soon as i get out the bed
it’s always something going on
to drive me crazy
but i can’t help rackin’ my brain
this type of shit be happening Daily

I water my grass
just to take aload off
theres just so much on my mind
there goes my cell phone
it’s always ringing
can’t get no time alone
and it’s my girlfriend, trippin’
I don’t know what u talkin’ ‘bout
but u making me so damn mad
cause u don’t have to raise your voice
and now we arguing
why this always happening
i just been busy
i’m doing new album
and it’s got me working daily


I check my maillbox
sony is late again damn
and monday is a holiday (I can’t get paid)
forget the tv
we just lost steve young for two weeks
and the play offs started last week
and i put 200 on with my homies
my rover is leaking in my drive way
and big daddy just cracked my brim
on the Lex that drove away
and he got my house keys
and i just lock the door
i look to the lord above
and it start to rain
i swear this shit be happening daily


ain’t got time for nothin’ no more
neither in the studio nor on tour
everybody gettin’ mad
‘cos i ain’t gettin; back to ‘em fast enough
it is crazy
i can’t get enought and i want some more
cos i still ain’t got what i came here for
until i get it
it’s a fact that this shit keeps happening daily

Chorous (x2)

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