Yeah yeah yeah ummm
Life been moving good but that pressure ain't done
In a battle with myself
See through eyes of a son
Heavy headed got me nodding like my mind weigh a ton
Its cats and dogs up in this earth
So know the pussies gon run
And it's kinda crazy looking back
Thinking bout how shit changed
Penny for your thoughts against my ideas is shit change
Winning while surrounded by some misfits when need big rings
P to H to P up in them hills is where the real stay
Yeah and section eighty feeling present lately
Snow is falling off the leaves
And momma's taking babies
I got a lot up on my heart this shit gon make me crazy
Cat got my tongue I'm just tryna eat your pussy baby
Yeah my future's shining gold like pa
Flow game on Jokic yours is more ymca
Andre with this shit I'm acting different word to three k
And if the message missed by you then f*ck it ain't no relay
It's cold outside but I'm still okay
I ain't got nobody on my mind all day
Yeah my head been cloudy Imma find my way
Imma walk through blind till we see sunny days
It's cold outside but I'm still okay
I ain't got nobody on my mind all day
Yeah my head been cloudy Imma find my way
Imma walk through blind till we see sunny days
Uh running life feeling nullified
Twenty one years shit I'm still doing nothing right
Visions from the past in the hills on another vibe
Sorry mom for being vulgar but it's quatchi qolumbine
Times up when it comes to rhymes cuz
Blood on my tens but I couldn't give nine f*cks
Knuckles to the chin now I treat them like a godson
Grubbin with a bib on the beat I'm a problem
Looking in the mirror who the f*ck wouldn't sign em
Gotta flip the script my environment's a product
Wrote this at the lake
No wrong time to ponder
Presidential with the f*cking grip
All my shells Obama
Swerving in a Honda
On the road to the commas
Stripper pole be designer
Know my tunes always fine
I rap narcotics
Moving protestant with the ganja
I'm in the wes coast and I play Mo Bamba like
It's cold outside but I'm still okay
I ain't got nobody on my mind all day
Yeah my head been cloudy Imma find my way
Imma walk through blind till we see sunny days
It's cold outside but I'm still okay
I ain't got nobody on my mind all day
Yeah my head been cloudy Imma find my way
Imma walk through blind till we see sunny days
Jr.Sinatra - Sunny Days (feat. Quatchi) Lyrics
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Yeah yeah yeah ummm
Life been moving good but that pressure ain't done
In a battle with myself
See through eyes of a son
Heavy headed got me nodding like my mind weigh a ton
Its cats and dogs up in this earth
So know the pussies gon run
And it's kinda crazy looking back
Thinking bout how shit changed
Penny for your thoughts against my ideas is shit change
Winning while surrounded by some misfits when need big rings
P to H to P up in them hills is where the real stay
Yeah and section eighty feeling present lately
Snow is falling off the leaves
And momma's taking babies
I got a lot up on my heart this shit gon make me crazy
Cat got my tongue I'm just tryna eat your pussy baby
Yeah my future's shining gold like pa
Flow game on Jokic yours is more ymca
Andre with this shit I'm acting different word to three k
And if the message missed by you then f*ck it ain't no relay
It's cold outside but I'm still okay
I ain't got nobody on my mind all day
Yeah my head been cloudy Imma find my way
Imma walk through blind till we see sunny days
It's cold outside but I'm still okay
I ain't got nobody on my mind all day
Yeah my head been cloudy Imma find my way
Imma walk through blind till we see sunny days
Uh running life feeling nullified
Twenty one years shit I'm still doing nothing right
Visions from the past in the hills on another vibe
Sorry mom for being vulgar but it's quatchi qolumbine
Times up when it comes to rhymes cuz
Blood on my tens but I couldn't give nine f*cks
Knuckles to the chin now I treat them like a godson
Grubbin with a bib on the beat I'm a problem
Looking in the mirror who the f*ck wouldn't sign em
Gotta flip the script my environment's a product
Wrote this at the lake
No wrong time to ponder
Presidential with the f*cking grip
All my shells Obama
Swerving in a Honda
On the road to the commas
Stripper pole be designer
Know my tunes always fine
I rap narcotics
Moving protestant with the ganja
I'm in the wes coast and I play Mo Bamba like
It's cold outside but I'm still okay
I ain't got nobody on my mind all day
Yeah my head been cloudy Imma find my way
Imma walk through blind till we see sunny days
It's cold outside but I'm still okay
I ain't got nobody on my mind all day
Yeah my head been cloudy Imma find my way
Imma walk through blind till we see sunny days
Life been moving good but that pressure ain't done
In a battle with myself
See through eyes of a son
Heavy headed got me nodding like my mind weigh a ton
Its cats and dogs up in this earth
So know the pussies gon run
And it's kinda crazy looking back
Thinking bout how shit changed
Penny for your thoughts against my ideas is shit change
Winning while surrounded by some misfits when need big rings
P to H to P up in them hills is where the real stay
Yeah and section eighty feeling present lately
Snow is falling off the leaves
And momma's taking babies
I got a lot up on my heart this shit gon make me crazy
Cat got my tongue I'm just tryna eat your pussy baby
Yeah my future's shining gold like pa
Flow game on Jokic yours is more ymca
Andre with this shit I'm acting different word to three k
And if the message missed by you then f*ck it ain't no relay
It's cold outside but I'm still okay
I ain't got nobody on my mind all day
Yeah my head been cloudy Imma find my way
Imma walk through blind till we see sunny days
It's cold outside but I'm still okay
I ain't got nobody on my mind all day
Yeah my head been cloudy Imma find my way
Imma walk through blind till we see sunny days
Uh running life feeling nullified
Twenty one years shit I'm still doing nothing right
Visions from the past in the hills on another vibe
Sorry mom for being vulgar but it's quatchi qolumbine
Times up when it comes to rhymes cuz
Blood on my tens but I couldn't give nine f*cks
Knuckles to the chin now I treat them like a godson
Grubbin with a bib on the beat I'm a problem
Looking in the mirror who the f*ck wouldn't sign em
Gotta flip the script my environment's a product
Wrote this at the lake
No wrong time to ponder
Presidential with the f*cking grip
All my shells Obama
Swerving in a Honda
On the road to the commas
Stripper pole be designer
Know my tunes always fine
I rap narcotics
Moving protestant with the ganja
I'm in the wes coast and I play Mo Bamba like
It's cold outside but I'm still okay
I ain't got nobody on my mind all day
Yeah my head been cloudy Imma find my way
Imma walk through blind till we see sunny days
It's cold outside but I'm still okay
I ain't got nobody on my mind all day
Yeah my head been cloudy Imma find my way
Imma walk through blind till we see sunny days
Writer: Nicholas Quintana, Quatchi Q
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