What Ya Day Brings Part 2. by Kerser Lyrics
[Intro: Kerser & Jay UF]
Jay-Dee, what's happenin'?
Fuck all, mate
Ah, that was like it was planned
You're never doin' nothin', are you?
I'm lucky to get you in the studio
Well, why wouldn't I bro?
We gotta do this song over
Yeah, I'm— I'm thinkin' of keepin' it virtually the same
I'll change a few lyrics
I just can't be fucked up (Sweet, alright, alright, that's easy)
Their movement's my movement, look
Yo, go
[Verse: Kerser & Jay UF]
Back up on my shit, bitch, you wish I fuckin' left
I been busy dumpin' meds with this silly cunt instead
So many rappers bummy, man, I told you that they all clone
They 'bout to get they rappin' name tatted on they jawbone
I'm also hatin' shit these days when it comes to rap
With every cunt DMin' me like, "Where the fuck you at?"
I'm chillin' out at home, can't be fucked if I can rap
We finished everything they tryin' to, they can't be touchin' that
Cruisin' 'round C-Town, windows tinted now
'Cause if they see the car they probably want a picture, wow
Still the reason why your bitches got her pants soaked
I made her O 'most straight to death and didn't use my hands, though
You never met no other rapper doin' shit like him
You hear in every fuckin' song that he's as sick as shit
Like fuck, you 'ready know, Kers, you know you still the best
But how much do you have when you still have to go and steal the rest?
Steal the stash like I'd really fuckin' take it all
Why they not cryin' 'bout it? What, ain't it yours?
This is a major flaw, the fact that we're still major score
Had the punchline there but now you cannot place the break no more
Fuck 'em all, 'cause I'ma drop my walnuts
On the bitch's forehead just 'cause you're a fuckin' whore slut
Come on, Kerser, bruv, lemme get my verse here, bruv
You interrupted last time and just everybody heard you, bruv
If only you could cut me off then you would fuckin' throw it to us
I done that every venue that you went to, man, you know I do
Yeah, I know it's true, as long as I get paid, though
And paranoia doesn't come and fuck me on the way home
Fuck it, yo, we got Joe, we don't need to have a go
And if it needs to happen, I'll get ready with the stabbin', bro
As long as we're all in, I'm down for a bowl of shit
And even if I'm fuckin' seein' double, I'll be crawlin' in
I'm cruisin' 'round with twenty bags of fuckin' Panadol
I'm tellin' all these donkeys, "Shoot it up, I swear it's Tramadol"
Motherfuckers askin' me, I tell 'em what my day brings
I slap a bitch, I really gotta think before I say things
My day brings the same as every other fuckin' day brings
Usually a sling before the Tramadol my mate gives
Wait a second, am I that fuckin' junkie that you're talkin' 'bout?
Before I thought the Tramadol was shit and sorta watered down
Come on, Jay, man, you're a clown, can't believe you didn't know
This my album, how come you ain't really diss me, bro?
We the type, you were dissin' me about the Xanny tabs
Your mind is in confusion like the same way that a tranny has
Why you dissin' bitches that are pullin' out their cocks and all?
It's kinda weird you're mentionin' a bitch who's got a cock and balls
Oh shit, now I'll be told that I got a phobia
But don't be blamin' me, go blame the people that be clonin' us
Clonin' us, shout out to Illuminati, yeah
I signed up, but I'm not for your stupid parties, bro
I'm safe from what I can tell, my adreneline peak
Then cunts are cryin' in my ear like when a feminist speaks, please
UF never, ever found a day when we'll begin to fade
It's kinda hard to leave when you can make it and you see the pay
So if I wanna quit, it's because I'm probably rich
I could leave 'em broke like I'm a stupid fucking bummy bitch
Random line, but, bro, I fuckin' got an itch
You're a stupid cunt, you probably know where every brothel is
Shut the fuck up before this song gets the cut
I'm fuckin' tellin' you that I'd never, ever pay a slut
Okay, okay, I think someone's triggered here
Have you had your Valium? Yo, quick, someone bring it here
Shut up, bro, you know our movement is strong
Six Gs down the track and we're still movin' along
Yeah
[Chorus: Jay UF]
We so high, we so high, above them
We won't die, we won't die, it's nothin'
We won't try to tell you what your day brings
We still the voice for anybody feelin' caged in
We so high, we so high, above them
We won't die, we won't die, it's nothin'
We won't try to tell you what your day brings
We still the voice for anybody feelin' caged in
We so high, we so high, above them
We won't die, we won't die, it's nothin'
We won't try to tell you what your day brings
We still the voice for anybody feelin' caged in
We so high, we so high, above them
We won't die, we won't die, it's nothin'
We won't try to tell you what your day brings
We still the voice for anybody feelin' caged in
[Outro: Kerser & Jay UF]
Yeah bro, it's just that, um
We done that hook on the last "What Ya Day Brings"
That's a mad hook, bro
Yeah, but, like, you like to change it each-
Did you not like the hook?
No, I liked it, but it, it's the same, though
I don't get what the problem is
Oh, fuck it, it's on my album anyway
Album?
Yeah
My album's comin' out first
Fuck you, fuck it, it's my album 'cause I said it is
No, fuck all that motherfuckin' shit
Leave it there, yeah, yeah, I'm serious
Fuck off, cunt
Fuck off
ABK Records
Dawgs
You can't call 'em dawgs
Jay-Dee, what's happenin'?
Fuck all, mate
Ah, that was like it was planned
You're never doin' nothin', are you?
I'm lucky to get you in the studio
Well, why wouldn't I bro?
We gotta do this song over
Yeah, I'm— I'm thinkin' of keepin' it virtually the same
I'll change a few lyrics
I just can't be fucked up (Sweet, alright, alright, that's easy)
Their movement's my movement, look
Yo, go
[Verse: Kerser & Jay UF]
Back up on my shit, bitch, you wish I fuckin' left
I been busy dumpin' meds with this silly cunt instead
So many rappers bummy, man, I told you that they all clone
They 'bout to get they rappin' name tatted on they jawbone
I'm also hatin' shit these days when it comes to rap
With every cunt DMin' me like, "Where the fuck you at?"
I'm chillin' out at home, can't be fucked if I can rap
We finished everything they tryin' to, they can't be touchin' that
Cruisin' 'round C-Town, windows tinted now
'Cause if they see the car they probably want a picture, wow
Still the reason why your bitches got her pants soaked
I made her O 'most straight to death and didn't use my hands, though
You never met no other rapper doin' shit like him
You hear in every fuckin' song that he's as sick as shit
Like fuck, you 'ready know, Kers, you know you still the best
But how much do you have when you still have to go and steal the rest?
Steal the stash like I'd really fuckin' take it all
Why they not cryin' 'bout it? What, ain't it yours?
This is a major flaw, the fact that we're still major score
Had the punchline there but now you cannot place the break no more
Fuck 'em all, 'cause I'ma drop my walnuts
On the bitch's forehead just 'cause you're a fuckin' whore slut
Come on, Kerser, bruv, lemme get my verse here, bruv
You interrupted last time and just everybody heard you, bruv
If only you could cut me off then you would fuckin' throw it to us
I done that every venue that you went to, man, you know I do
Yeah, I know it's true, as long as I get paid, though
And paranoia doesn't come and fuck me on the way home
Fuck it, yo, we got Joe, we don't need to have a go
And if it needs to happen, I'll get ready with the stabbin', bro
As long as we're all in, I'm down for a bowl of shit
And even if I'm fuckin' seein' double, I'll be crawlin' in
I'm cruisin' 'round with twenty bags of fuckin' Panadol
I'm tellin' all these donkeys, "Shoot it up, I swear it's Tramadol"
Motherfuckers askin' me, I tell 'em what my day brings
I slap a bitch, I really gotta think before I say things
My day brings the same as every other fuckin' day brings
Usually a sling before the Tramadol my mate gives
Wait a second, am I that fuckin' junkie that you're talkin' 'bout?
Before I thought the Tramadol was shit and sorta watered down
Come on, Jay, man, you're a clown, can't believe you didn't know
This my album, how come you ain't really diss me, bro?
We the type, you were dissin' me about the Xanny tabs
Your mind is in confusion like the same way that a tranny has
Why you dissin' bitches that are pullin' out their cocks and all?
It's kinda weird you're mentionin' a bitch who's got a cock and balls
Oh shit, now I'll be told that I got a phobia
But don't be blamin' me, go blame the people that be clonin' us
Clonin' us, shout out to Illuminati, yeah
I signed up, but I'm not for your stupid parties, bro
I'm safe from what I can tell, my adreneline peak
Then cunts are cryin' in my ear like when a feminist speaks, please
UF never, ever found a day when we'll begin to fade
It's kinda hard to leave when you can make it and you see the pay
So if I wanna quit, it's because I'm probably rich
I could leave 'em broke like I'm a stupid fucking bummy bitch
Random line, but, bro, I fuckin' got an itch
You're a stupid cunt, you probably know where every brothel is
Shut the fuck up before this song gets the cut
I'm fuckin' tellin' you that I'd never, ever pay a slut
Okay, okay, I think someone's triggered here
Have you had your Valium? Yo, quick, someone bring it here
Shut up, bro, you know our movement is strong
Six Gs down the track and we're still movin' along
Yeah
[Chorus: Jay UF]
We so high, we so high, above them
We won't die, we won't die, it's nothin'
We won't try to tell you what your day brings
We still the voice for anybody feelin' caged in
We so high, we so high, above them
We won't die, we won't die, it's nothin'
We won't try to tell you what your day brings
We still the voice for anybody feelin' caged in
We so high, we so high, above them
We won't die, we won't die, it's nothin'
We won't try to tell you what your day brings
We still the voice for anybody feelin' caged in
We so high, we so high, above them
We won't die, we won't die, it's nothin'
We won't try to tell you what your day brings
We still the voice for anybody feelin' caged in
[Outro: Kerser & Jay UF]
Yeah bro, it's just that, um
We done that hook on the last "What Ya Day Brings"
That's a mad hook, bro
Yeah, but, like, you like to change it each-
Did you not like the hook?
No, I liked it, but it, it's the same, though
I don't get what the problem is
Oh, fuck it, it's on my album anyway
Album?
Yeah
My album's comin' out first
Fuck you, fuck it, it's my album 'cause I said it is
No, fuck all that motherfuckin' shit
Leave it there, yeah, yeah, I'm serious
Fuck off, cunt
Fuck off
ABK Records
Dawgs
You can't call 'em dawgs