"Long Nights & Short Days" lyrics
Do you know what they talking 'bout?
'Cause I don't think I do
I'm tryna make some money bitch
I'll make it up to you
Fuck that bullshit, my team rolling
Long nights and short days, bright lights and dark shades
Uh
Uh, show me love 'cause I ain't ever seen it
Show me humbleness, 'cause Lord knows that I've never been it
Uh, I don't feel y'all like thick gloves
And y'all hate me but your bitch doesn't
Y'all should pro'ly quit fucking
Don't be pissed off that I skipped all that work
That work for me, no university
I'm killing all my prey, so I know there's no church for me
I believe that life's a bitch, because she has seen death flirt with me
Don't be angry, you ugly as hell when you mad
I ain't the best new artist, I'm the best artist in Van'
Artist; not rapper, y'all keep that
Good posture and a Rolex
You rolling with your seat back
I'm so grown that I'm trimming shit
I'm so gone, you ain't getting it
If I scream from the level I'm at, y'all couldn't even hear me whispering (bitch)
So I feel what I say and I say what I want
And all that comes out is the smoke from the blunt and a couple of numbers from counting the ones
Do you know what they talking 'bout?
'Cause I don't think I do
I'm tryna make some money bitch
I'll make it up to you
Fuck that bullshit, my team rolling
Long nights and short days, bright lights and dark shades
Uh
Uh, I'm unemployed but I'm working lots
In my imaginary house, all the curtains drawn
I'm going hard as expected, gold watch and a necklace
Corn Pops for my breakfast, spent my food on being freshest
And they mad at it, they can't have it
They lucky if I give 'em this
I heard it's better to give, but I don't give a shit
My snap-back from a thrift store, my weed is in a cherry blunt
My swagger is on alien, fifty-first area
Uh, I don't fit the criteria
Tell 'em take the fall, the cold ground will carry ya
Uh, my country boys all watching like it's autumn and you're dear to them
Steer clear of them
My hair tied and my hair dyed and my hair nice
And your bitch bang out and put my hair in braids and then she came twice
Man, I'm faded like I had enough
Purple clouds pour the purple rain inside my cup
Fuck that bullshit, my team rolling
Long nights and short days, bright lights and dark shades
Uh
Fuck that bullshit, my team rolling
Long nights and short days, bright lights and dark shades
Uh
'Cause I don't think I do
I'm tryna make some money bitch
I'll make it up to you
Fuck that bullshit, my team rolling
Long nights and short days, bright lights and dark shades
Uh
Uh, show me love 'cause I ain't ever seen it
Show me humbleness, 'cause Lord knows that I've never been it
Uh, I don't feel y'all like thick gloves
And y'all hate me but your bitch doesn't
Y'all should pro'ly quit fucking
Don't be pissed off that I skipped all that work
That work for me, no university
I'm killing all my prey, so I know there's no church for me
I believe that life's a bitch, because she has seen death flirt with me
Don't be angry, you ugly as hell when you mad
I ain't the best new artist, I'm the best artist in Van'
Artist; not rapper, y'all keep that
Good posture and a Rolex
You rolling with your seat back
I'm so grown that I'm trimming shit
I'm so gone, you ain't getting it
If I scream from the level I'm at, y'all couldn't even hear me whispering (bitch)
So I feel what I say and I say what I want
And all that comes out is the smoke from the blunt and a couple of numbers from counting the ones
Do you know what they talking 'bout?
'Cause I don't think I do
I'm tryna make some money bitch
I'll make it up to you
Fuck that bullshit, my team rolling
Long nights and short days, bright lights and dark shades
Uh
Uh, I'm unemployed but I'm working lots
In my imaginary house, all the curtains drawn
I'm going hard as expected, gold watch and a necklace
Corn Pops for my breakfast, spent my food on being freshest
And they mad at it, they can't have it
They lucky if I give 'em this
I heard it's better to give, but I don't give a shit
My snap-back from a thrift store, my weed is in a cherry blunt
My swagger is on alien, fifty-first area
Uh, I don't fit the criteria
Tell 'em take the fall, the cold ground will carry ya
Uh, my country boys all watching like it's autumn and you're dear to them
Steer clear of them
My hair tied and my hair dyed and my hair nice
And your bitch bang out and put my hair in braids and then she came twice
Man, I'm faded like I had enough
Purple clouds pour the purple rain inside my cup
Fuck that bullshit, my team rolling
Long nights and short days, bright lights and dark shades
Uh
Fuck that bullshit, my team rolling
Long nights and short days, bright lights and dark shades
Uh
