CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hard Days
Dark places that I won’t go again
Hard days they got me goin in
I showed them love but that’s emotion I won’t show again
They talking sh*t cause they hoping that I will notice it
But he a b*tch so he going to whatever b*tches do
Want no emotions I’m just focused on the physical
And I ain't tryna let a p*ssy n**** take my life
You could copy what I do but we goin never be alike
And trust me that is not a brag
I’m swerving that’s two hunnid on the dash
Ask me where I’m going heading to the cash
And lord if it’s my time to go then please don’t make it fast
I still gotta give my momma the white picket with the grass
All these demons in my past man i swear they love to haunt a n****
And all the times I opened up made me a guarded n****
My last b*tch turn me Into a cold hearted n****
But we never quitting cause we finish what we started n****
Trying get my groove on
Put my crew on
Got a new b*tch I’m tryna to bust a move on
I remember cold nights sleeping on the futon
Now I’m all about my bread n**** like a crouton

All those hard days gave us all this motivation
We ain’t have a thing so we had to go and take it
To much of a real one to ever go and fake it
How we end up in the penthouse when we started in the basement
Hard days they got me goin in
I showed them love but that’s emotion I won’t show again
They talking sh*t cause they hoping that I will notice it
But he a b*tch so he going to whatever b*tches do
Want no emotions I’m just focused on the physical
And I ain't tryna let a p*ssy n**** take my life
You could copy what I do but we goin never be alike
And trust me that is not a brag
I’m swerving that’s two hunnid on the dash
Ask me where I’m going heading to the cash
And lord if it’s my time to go then please don’t make it fast
I still gotta give my momma the white picket with the grass
All these demons in my past man i swear they love to haunt a n****
And all the times I opened up made me a guarded n****
My last b*tch turn me Into a cold hearted n****
But we never quitting cause we finish what we started n****
Trying get my groove on
Put my crew on
Got a new b*tch I’m tryna to bust a move on
I remember cold nights sleeping on the futon
Now I’m all about my bread n**** like a crouton

All those hard days gave us all this motivation
We ain’t have a thing so we had to go and take it
To much of a real one to ever go and fake it
How we end up in the penthouse when we started in the basement
