"Days Go By" lyrics
Anderson .Paak & YBN Cordae Lyrics
[Cordae & Anderson .Paak:]
Ayy, mama slammed the doors on the Coupe De Ville (Coupe De Ville)
The lies feel good, but the truth is real (Truth Is real)
My uncle on the porch lightin' Newport buds (Newport buds)
My brother on the corner and he tryna re-up
And there I am, just a little man (There I am)
Watchin' days go by (Go by)
Uh, and there I am, just a little man (There I am)
Watchin' days go by (Go by)
[Cordae:]
Uh, I sit and think about the times
When my Uncle 2T used to sell dimes around my nana house
Ass-whoopings handed out frequently
Although he had the decency to chop up a few beats for me
Which awakened a beast in me, that was 2003
The corner store might as well have been a thousand miles from me
We couldn't go there
It was a murder scene just last week, police packed streets
It was the local star athlete seen from the back seat
He could've been the next Lamar Jack, but got carjacked
The type of shit that made me grateful I was watchin' Star Trek
Black mothers with pale faces
Courtroom filled with male gazes
A cold world where every day, Hell raises
From North Privette Street to Silver Hill Drive
Where every day's a gamble but s'til we survive
Another young nigga dead, another fish fry
Just a little man watchin' from the back of the ride until
[Cordae & Anderson .Paak:]
Mama slammed the doors on the Coupe De Ville (Coupe De Ville)
The lies feel good, but the truth is real (Truth is real)
My uncle on the porch lightin' Newport buds (Newport buds)
My brother on the corner and he tryna re-up
And there I am, just a little man (There I am)
Watchin' days go by (Go by)
Uh, and there I am, just a little man (There I am)
Watchin' days go by
Yeah, I remember it like it was yesterday, ah
[Anderson .Paak:]
Mama thought I had Tourette's syndrome when I was younger (Fuck)
Shit, I can't wait 'til I'm grown, I would say only in my mind
'Cause if I thought of mutterin' a reply
She would put the meat, ma, meat to my eye
I grew up with three sisters, I was sensitive and shy
They used to roast me and then be like, 'Look, he 'bout to cry'
Ha-ha, fuck that, I ain't no bitch, I'm down to ride
But I was not a thug, I pissed the bed 'til I was nine
And it was at the park I learned to swing, how to slide
How to smoke, how to drive, how to drink, how to fight
Taggin' shit, I would post up right on the sign
Workin' on my shade and write your name if you pay me
And school was just a place that I show off for the ladies
First day of class, I'm showin' up in my Stacies
Skip resistant CD player, but bitch, don't try to play me
In my headphones what I been workin' on lately
[Cordae, Anderson .Paak:]
Mama slammed the doors on the Coupe De Ville (Coupe de Ville)
Papa said I got some big shoes to fill (Shoes to fill)
My uncle on the porch smokin' Newport buds (Newport buds)
My brother on the corner, and he's tryna re-up
And there I am, just a little man (There I am)
Watchin' days go by (Go by)
And there I am, just a little man (There I am)
Watchin' days go by (Go by, go by, whoa)
Yo, check this out, let me know what you think
Ayy, mama slammed the doors on the Coupe De Ville (Coupe De Ville)
The lies feel good, but the truth is real (Truth Is real)
My uncle on the porch lightin' Newport buds (Newport buds)
My brother on the corner and he tryna re-up
And there I am, just a little man (There I am)
Watchin' days go by (Go by)
Uh, and there I am, just a little man (There I am)
Watchin' days go by (Go by)
[Cordae:]
Uh, I sit and think about the times
When my Uncle 2T used to sell dimes around my nana house
Ass-whoopings handed out frequently
Although he had the decency to chop up a few beats for me
Which awakened a beast in me, that was 2003
The corner store might as well have been a thousand miles from me
We couldn't go there
It was a murder scene just last week, police packed streets
It was the local star athlete seen from the back seat
He could've been the next Lamar Jack, but got carjacked
The type of shit that made me grateful I was watchin' Star Trek
Black mothers with pale faces
Courtroom filled with male gazes
A cold world where every day, Hell raises
From North Privette Street to Silver Hill Drive
Where every day's a gamble but s'til we survive
Another young nigga dead, another fish fry
Just a little man watchin' from the back of the ride until
[Cordae & Anderson .Paak:]
Mama slammed the doors on the Coupe De Ville (Coupe De Ville)
The lies feel good, but the truth is real (Truth is real)
My uncle on the porch lightin' Newport buds (Newport buds)
My brother on the corner and he tryna re-up
And there I am, just a little man (There I am)
Watchin' days go by (Go by)
Uh, and there I am, just a little man (There I am)
Watchin' days go by
Yeah, I remember it like it was yesterday, ah
[Anderson .Paak:]
Mama thought I had Tourette's syndrome when I was younger (Fuck)
Shit, I can't wait 'til I'm grown, I would say only in my mind
'Cause if I thought of mutterin' a reply
She would put the meat, ma, meat to my eye
I grew up with three sisters, I was sensitive and shy
They used to roast me and then be like, 'Look, he 'bout to cry'
Ha-ha, fuck that, I ain't no bitch, I'm down to ride
But I was not a thug, I pissed the bed 'til I was nine
And it was at the park I learned to swing, how to slide
How to smoke, how to drive, how to drink, how to fight
Taggin' shit, I would post up right on the sign
Workin' on my shade and write your name if you pay me
And school was just a place that I show off for the ladies
First day of class, I'm showin' up in my Stacies
Skip resistant CD player, but bitch, don't try to play me
In my headphones what I been workin' on lately
[Cordae, Anderson .Paak:]
Mama slammed the doors on the Coupe De Ville (Coupe de Ville)
Papa said I got some big shoes to fill (Shoes to fill)
My uncle on the porch smokin' Newport buds (Newport buds)
My brother on the corner, and he's tryna re-up
And there I am, just a little man (There I am)
Watchin' days go by (Go by)
And there I am, just a little man (There I am)
Watchin' days go by (Go by, go by, whoa)
Yo, check this out, let me know what you think
