yvnggzayy - Hard days (feat. Treezydakidd)

(Yvnggzayy)
(I wish I could call)
I wish I could call up moms on a hard day
I been up inside my head damn near all day
My bitch trippin' on me I can't even call bae
Feel like I had to learn everything the hard way
As the weeks go by I feel the distance
Conversations shifted lately I can feel the difference
My bestie is glass piece I talk it sits and listens and
I don't take my prescription tell em cancel my subscription

Spend my time chasing bliss
Smoke a blunt and reminisce
My bitch the type to trip
If I don't give her a kiss
Before I pick my draws up
To go and take a piss
But then I get to thinking
That's the shit that I would miss
Who do I love and
Who do I leave and
Who do I choose to trust and believe in
I hate the wicked games you play on the weekend
But I'd rather see you hurt
Then see you let the streets in
Hard days stacking up
But I'm boutta find a way, I'm bound to find a way
Part way actin up
But I'm boutta find my way Lord I pray for better days

I wish I could call up moms on a hard day
I been up inside my head damn near all day
My bitch trippin' on me I can't even call bae
Feel like I had to learn everything the hard way
As the weeks go by I feel the distance
Conversations shifted lately I can feel the difference
My bestie is glass piece I talk it sits and listens and
I don't take my prescription tell 'em cancel my subscription

Lost some of my bro's
On this mission
It's sad just to mention
I hold you close and hope I don't spiral
I'm spazzing n spitting
Like I just got a foreclosure notice
I'm panicked & pensive
If they Pay me for pain that I been through
I'd be caked up n kicking it
Feel like mufuckas owe a pension
A mansion a Bentley
The baddest of bitches
I can tap in on insta
And smash in a minute
Keep the hashtags and mentions
I'd rather just live it
Truly got vision
In love with music and chicken
Losing my friendships
And meeting hoes
Who don't know when to stop when they throwing the top
Hardest the town niggas think they holdin my spot
That shit hit different
Only comfy when I'm holding this chop
In the back of the rental
Jail calls we only talk about the past I wish that I can visit

I wish I could call up moms on a hard day
I been up inside my head damn near all day
My bitch trippin' on me I can't even call bae
Feel like I had to learn everything the hard way
As the weeks go by I feel the distance
Conversations shifted lately I can feel the difference
My bestie is glass piece I talk it sits and listens and
I don't take my prescription tell 'em cancel my subscription

I know it isn't easy must be hard for you to listen
I know it isn't easy must be hard for you to listen
(I know it isn't easy must be hard for you to listen)

Written by:
Izaya Shabazz, Tre Anderson

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