Marc ILL - Corolla Days (feat. Dreemy Alpha)

I'm just a April baby, baby
I can't really explain it
Look
No we don't play by the rules
Painting pictures of my life homie illy really don't play bout the muse
Sometimes they think the vision weak
If people can't really tell by the views
You know we can tell by your shoes
That you ain't
Big steppin my nigga, these niggas is stepping to you
Claiming he your shooter, he stephen to who
Dreemy rolling up that Pepe Le Pew
Walking round feeling like I'm the shit
Elevating, I've been stepping on stools
We them ones never repping the twos
Corolla days used to whip to the cool
Graduation while I'm getting to school
Just needed a gym to get to the jewels
Probably why I never raised the tools
Told myself I'd never fall in love
Momma told me she ain't raise no fool
Guess that's why I never made the move
Studied abroad, she said I played with her heart
I never played to lose
I wasn't made for blues
Seen some niggas get some fast money
Them niggas made the news
I had to change my views
I only changed a few
Found peace then it came in twos
Made cheers not to fall in love
But that only came with boo's
She left my ass on the first of the month
Had me feeling like a April fool, for real
Look at you
There's no second guesses now
Before we're guests around
Didn't wanna let you down
Don't you feel special now
Applying pressure now
Didn't wanna let you down
I'll make you fall in love
Not really tryna fall in love
Didn't wanna let you down
Why would you leave me in the dark
Violin strings playing the part
Trying to keep me in your heart
I thought it's easier to stay
But maybe it's easier apart

Written by:
Marc Hill

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