Days of The New

Days of The New - Weapon And The Wound

It’s all good pop the bubbly life is lovely

All sun no rain

No strain can’t complain

Pass hell pain but no coumbaya

Now I boomshaka laka laka boo ah ah

I got the good life no strife real nice

An I’m a papa my son trey haha

An when I’m on tour he be mad I’m gone

But then he smile an come runnin screamin daddy’s home

Then he hold me slightly tightly

Mom your wish came true I got one just like me

My life be so good so good

Ka chicka chicka ka chicka chicka good

Things come to those who wait

But too late my life’s to great to wait

I wanna celebrate good times c’mon

Chorus

Livin lovin lovin livin it’s all good

I’m lovin livin it’s all good

Livin lovin lovin livin it’s all good

I’m lovin livin it’s all good

Livin lovin lovin livin it’s all good

I’m lovin livin it’s all good

Livin lovin lovin livin it’s all good

I’m lovin livin it’s all good

Verse 2

I wake up every morning in the canopy bed

Slip a kiss to the miss you the man she says

Mirror mirror need I call

You know uno bad breath an all

Times I been fed up still didn’t let up

’stead a doin dirt did work and kept my head up

Set up

For the future much love to my girl

North pole got my butt cold sittin on top of the world

An I’m feelin so high

Touch the ceiling the sky

You say I smile cause I’m on top of the pie

But yo the cream can only finance the smile for a little while

My grin got longevity got family backin me

That’s why I’m livin happily

Ever after love and laughter

Hussle cause I wants to not cause I have to

Ask yourself who made the polar caps melt

Fp the phenomenon true don juan jon blaze

The fonz ain’t seen my happy days

The track plays I’m in the shades singin a phrase

Chorus

Verse 3

They say the clothes don’t make the man

Take my hand

Watch me freak this

Ah mommy’s tryin ta creep this

Tryin to entice me to let it off

But nah why not c’mon baby you saw set it off

Proposition by trio in rio

Menage trois down at the marde gras

But nah my clothes by versace

My attitude cocky the sym it’s imanyaki

Like a felon no tellin what I do next

I don’t front cause I’m paid but I do flex

Southwestern crib like a villa

Vacation on a mountain in manilla

Rhyme spilla real thrilla

An it’s real clear

Y’all talkin east and west I’m talkin hemispheres

My papa raised no fool

So many zeros on my check it’s like oooooooooooohh

Chorus to fade

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