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[Intro: Lancey Foux]
Day, day tripping
Day, day tripping
Day, day tripping
Day, day tripping
Oh, yeah

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I cover this pain up with this money, I feel like morphine
Can't clock my pain, can't fuck up my day 'cause I got no feelings
Smoking this big grade, yeah, still gotta pour up some more lean
Feel like a sensei, drop the tab and I'm in the morning (Yeah)
Hop out, the i8 doors up, look like a DeLorean
I got them irate when I pull up, gang, we walk in
The baddest of bitches got them stalking
It's gotta' be business or we ain't talkin', yeah

[Verse 1: Lancey Foux]
I'm tryna pattern a million, fuck it
I'm tryna pattern a billion
Came with the TEC, concealing it
Tryna' wax out your neck Brazilian
I don't chat with just any civilans
In the crib smoking Ferb with Phineas
Opps know I'm killing them
Pack, tags I'm feelin' 'em
Chiropractor breaking down the racks, can't relax I'm real again
Who that boy with the bag? It's me again
Who that boy with the swag? It's me again
I ain't going out bad
I ain't going back to the T again
Fuck up the dash and I go OJ-S on them
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I cover this pain up with this money, I feel like morphine
Can't clock my pain, can't fuck up my day 'cause I got no feelings
Smoking this big grade, yeah, still gotta pour up some more lean
Feel like a sensei, drop the tab and I'm in the morning (Yeah)
Hop out, the i8 doors up, look like a DeLorean
I got them irate when I pull up, gang, we walk in
The baddest of bitches got them stalking
It's gotta' be business or we ain't talkin', yeah

[Verse 2: Juvie]
Rocking again, up my shit, now I'm rockin' the stage
All this ice, gotta watch for the hate
Pockets full, got a lot on my plate
Packs, they ain't smoking the same
They wanna see you down and out
All I wanted was a thousand pound
Now I spend a quick thousand now
Me and Lancey doing different shit
Going down with the sickest whips
Back to back we're making hits
Shake the room with the baitest bitch
All the time I prayed for this and all the haters are hating this
Came up tryna' make it quick
My next moves gonna' make you sick
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I cover this pain up with this money, I feel like morphine
Can't clock my pain, can't fuck up my day 'cause I got no feelings
Smoking this big grade, yeah, still gotta pour up some more lean
Feel like a sensei, drop the tab and I'm in the morning (Yeah)
Hop out, the i8 doors up, look like a DeLorean
I got them irate when I pull up, gang, we walk in
The baddest of bitches got them stalking
It's gotta' be business or we ain't talkin', yeah