Andrew Chris & Kenyatta - Doubt Your Doubt.

Too many days of the week I be feelin the feelings I'm feeling (aye, yuh)
How many days of the week is gonna be cold as a bitch? (aye yuh)
Freezing as shit (aye, yuh)
Bad as it get (aye, bruh)
Talk about mine, but you never got yours
This is the end
Like I'm fronting The Doors (got my mojo rising!)
And I'm sorry
But I don't give a fuck about you and your needs
Do what I please
Jimi hit me back
Bless 'em with a track
Sippin' from the tap (tippity)
Laying on her back
Yeah
Bless em with a track
They just love it when I rap, I spit the facts and bring it back
You not on track, so slide it back
You not a rat, so why you rat
I hit the wax and think it back
To the time when I never knew what I was gonna do
Until it was time to do what I had to do just to show improve
And god blessed me too, no need to even achoo
Ooo, some out of body shit (body shit)
A flower in her golden hair (golden hair)
A summer without thundering (thundering)
My mind is going into it (into it)
My mind is going into it
And I sit back and think for a little bit
Yo man, I'm blessed
That's a fact, and I ain't even tryna flex
If you say you want to move
Then baby go on to the left now
How many days could you go
How many days will you get
And how many days did you lose my respect
Livin' in debt
Minimal checks, but still gotta rep
And I don't really wanna stress
I just want to be my best
Doing more and feeling less

Written by:
Andrew Haran, Kenyatta Bundy

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