Larry June and The Alchemist - 60 Days

Uh
Man
Al, what up?
Damn
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm still standing on my word, I been grand scheming (scheme)
Took a trip to the Chi, after I left Cleveland (numbers)
Fresh game, touched down, played the four season (uh)
She made a thousand first night, I told her she can keep it (keep going)
Two days in Napa Valley, I'm eating saganaki (damn)
I'm riding dirty through the traffic, took the matte Ducati
I get impulsive, if I want it, then I go and cop it (man)
Did a two mil' play and fled to a island (uh)

Sixty days
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy-yeah, sixty days (uh)
Sixty days
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy-yeah (man)
A whole lot could change, my nigga, sixty days
Sixty days, sixty days, ayy, ayy, ayy-yeah (man, uh)
Sixty days, sixty days (numbers, damn)
Ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah (good job)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (sock it to me, uh)

My leather coat was draggin' in the dirt (draggin')
I got buff from baggaging the work (got muscles now)
I'm at the table, I'm having a desert
Three piece suit with the napkin in the shirt (uh)
I'm a big bowl of macaroni (me)
Know how to spot and catch a phony
And do the plaxico to myself before the matrimony (shoot myself)
Stick shift Aston, I'm diggin' in my trick basket (yeah)
Fixin' plays, cut up the pot and split the change (sixty days)
A lot of shit could happen in sixty days

Ayy-yeah, sixty days (uh)
Sixty days
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy-yeah (man)
A whole lot could change, my nigga, sixty days
Sixty days, sixty days, ayy, ayy, ayy-yeah (man, uh)
Sixty days, sixty days (numbers, damn)
Ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah (good job)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (sock it to me)

I drove the Porsche for no reason, I know it's rainy out
She fell in love real quick but we just hangin' out
I got all kind of shit, I rarely bring 'em out
He never did it like this, I took a different route
I paint a picture like Martin Johnson (Martin Johnson)
Towels by my sink Turkish cotton, it's different, you wouldn't spot it (uh)
I made it through when it got grimey (man)
And found better ways to monetize it, what's happenin' (uh, damn)

Sixty days
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy-yeah, sixty days (uh)
Sixty days
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy-yeah (what yup, Ty?)
A whole lot could change, my nigga, sixty days
Sixty days, sixty days, ayy, ayy, ayy-yeah (man, uh)
Sixty days, sixty days (numbers, damn)
Ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah (good job)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (sock it to me)

Written by:
Daniel Alan Maman, Larry Eugene Hendricks

Publisher:
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