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Baby, it's all in a day

My pen used to run across the page doin' suicides
When they said by 25 that you would lie, inside a box, no controllin' the locks
It's like Vegas in a way, you don't see no clocks
I need all the luck, Shamrock
Rapper feat, my career, timeline parallel to an athletes
No cheat meals, no cheap thrills
Make sure I clear the room whenever the tea spills
It's like I trained with Mike Tyson out in Catskills
Big dough was my Cus D'Amato
Now we watch these new niggas act real for bravo
When the truth a big pill to swallow?
Used to write to show niggas I was better than you
You, you Any comparison, it's whatever man
Y'all can Cirque De Soleil all day
Word to Yahweh, I'm good on whatever y'all say
So whenever y'all play my quotes, drop them notes
Examinin' things I wrote, just get the story right
I bought my lunch pail to work everyday
You decide to walk away just when they wanna sing your praises like (blackness)
"We always loved that nigga" and the next week nobody remembers, it's like that

Baby, it's all in a day

Aye, new Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo
Yo, I won't stop rockin' 'til I retire
On a Saturday like the mighty riders (yeah)
Adidas with some flip-flops, my attire
Streamed your lil' album, shit was inconsistent, meh, Spotifyer
Y'all niggas mighty quiet, might be tonsillitis
Tigallo flow cold like you got a virus
And you to me is Gilligan to a Somali Pirate
Niggas sail on down the line
So unbothered, what's a war to a dandelion? (Fresh)
Memories of a different past, a different bag, in the bathroom checkin'
My reflection in the tempered glass
Finally accepting what I see and it's a different swag
My definition of freedom is real tight
You ask me what I'm doin' tomorrow, my only response is "Whatever the f*ck I feel like"
Made 40 revolutions over the sun and still it feels like I only begun
I got bank accounts holding my funds
Shoulders tired from holding my sons
And hands are tired from holding my tongue
I cared much more, now I care much less
What sucks is young buck's ideas of success
'Til you kill shit, you have no sins to confess
Nigga, pipe down, one round is not a f*ck-fest
Know thyself and the lights on the scene won't blind
Just work, 'cause well-oiled machines don't grind
Thin line between novel versus novelty
My rate of jewels per verse is just perverse
So listen, cappin' bars for my honorable niggas and fair warning to you carnival niggas
I'm out

Baby, it's all in a day
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Smooth it out
While we're absent, one for another, ooh yeah
While we're absent, one for another, it won't be too long, no, no
While we're absent, one for another, ooh yeah
While we're absent, one for another
While we're absent, one for another, ooh, oh
While we're absent, one for another, bah, bah, bah, bah

Phonte Coleman, Thomas Louis Jones

The duration of All in a Day is 3:50 minutes and seconds.