NO BAD DAYS [Remix]
No bad days, yeah
I think that I'm lucky, I don't got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain't on my road trip and
It's kind of funny, people throwing shade
I'm just doing me, I don't got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah, we off that bullshit
Top back, '85, that's the way we like to drive
Doing donuts all the neighbors know us, yeah, we outside
Look alive, the freaks of the city, they come out at night
Fuck a line, Fab Five Freddy, 1989 (woo)
Time to show off (woo)
I'm so Warhol (woo)
So sophisticated (woo)
Life is bitching, baby
Velvet rope, I'm ducking
Looking regal when I come in
And the peacoat, it's so London
I'll be leaving with the duchess, ah
New city, fuck it up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here for one night, stay a month (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spent my whole life on a bus (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Show time, run it up
Nobody wanna say, "Goodbye"
We just wanna stay up, that's right
Don't gotta say, "Goodnight"
If you never wake up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I think that I'm lucky, I don't got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain't on my road trip and
It's kind of funny, people throwing shade
I'm just doing me, I don't got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah, we off that bullshit
I said, I said
Damn, baby girl, who got you smiling like that?
Like where yo' man? And send me yo' Gram
You know I'ma follow right back
And I'm the same with all my friendships
'Cause we came up off them benches
I just pushed a track to plat
And took the plaque back to the trenches
I said, big time rush, she like them boys with the bands
I do big time numbers now they forcing my hand
I ain't pack to stay 'til Monday but we going with the plan
'22 I ran the summer, guess we doing it again, yeah, yeah
Two full cups new ramen, ayy
Who pulled up? Who hoppin'? Ayy
One hand up, you sliding, ayy
Last hand up, you driving, ayy
Mouth full of diamonds, park the whip on get my drip on
Bitch, I'm stylish, tuck my shirts on side
'Cause these pockets designers, I said
I think that I'm lucky, I don't got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain't on my road trip and
It's kind of funny, people throwing shade
I'm just doing me, I don't got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah, we off that bullshit
Wee-oh
Wee-oh
Wee-oh
Wee-oh (ah)