Good Days

[Verse 1: Quelle Chris] What another fucking beautiful day (Yeah, what's up Q, man?) Same old shit, what can I say? My lady left me, cuz my shit wasn't air tight Plus I couldn't put down that goddamn get right Chasing money like greyhounds chase bunnies I'm always laughin', but it's probably cuz I feel funny Sometimes I think that I took the wrong mission Tryin' to create a stable life for a family that's long missin' But maybe Satan's tryin' to change my position And catch me flinchin', that's the oldest dish in the kitchen But what can a man save as a slave? Celebrate a pen and grave like Morpheus threw the rage And the cage, smoke rage and sip age on the sun rays, In LA where I stay It seems tomorrows gon' be the same What can a nigga say?, today was a good day [Verse 2: Cavalier] I woke up to my pops coughing blood On top of that, I ain't sleep in about a month My routine Rembrandt on looped keys that's spooky Tryin' not to be the Mookie in my own movie Truthfully I'm like "is that what I look foward to when you grow old?" "Is that what my future hold?" I pack another bowl Like there's kids in Africa who'd love to get high right now It's a high horse to ride that give time for me to write down Thinking too much like drinking through ulcers You tapping to the rhythm I'm fingering for the pulse But the fumes like it's dead The news bad weather, told Q we get through and make the blues more better We crack Denzel grins, let the pens spill, let it quell these Melanin tails spin that wheel until the brew is empty Jolly faces over water melancholy plates What can I say? I guess today was a good day [Verse 3: Denmark Vessey] Stay stressing like James off Good Times Mad like, like Bokeem Woodbine In the 90's in a fuckin' call center all Summer, all Winter Eatin' small dinners, chiefin' off (?) Thought I skeeted in her mouth, I skeeted off in her And them plan B's cost like like 40 50 dollars 60? All i got is 30, i know we got three days boo lets try to fuckin' hurry tho So i dont wind up married, you dont wind up on the maury show You dont piss off your parents cuz i named my seed ontario In other worldly news, random acts of violence observed Young boys pushin up daisies, used to fertilize merigolds It's all the stess and pain and pressure rhythm make a (?) ghost And this bs check make me wish i sold yay What can i say? today was a good day ***SCRIBING