NO BAD DAYS (remix) (feat. Collett & Armani White)

No bad days

I think that I'm lucky, I don't got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain't on my road trip and
It's kind of funny, people throwing shade
I'm just doing me, I don't got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah, we off that bullshit

Top back, '85, that's the way we like to drive
Doin' donuts, all the neighbors know us, yeah, we outside
Look alive, the freaks of the city, they come out at night
Fuck a line, Fab Five Freddy, 1989
Time to show off, I'm so Warhol

So sophisticated, life is bitchin', baby
Velvet rope, I'm duckin', looking regal when I come in
And the peacoat, it's so London I'll be leavin' with a duchess, ah
New city, fuck it up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here for one night, stay a month (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spent my whole life on a bus (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Show time, run it up

Nobody wanna say goodbye
We just wanna stay up, that's right
Don't gotta say goodnight
If you never wake up (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I think that I'm lucky, I don't got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain't on my road trip and
It's kind of funny, people throwing shade
I'm just doing me, I don't got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah, we off that bullshit

Damn, baby girl, who got you smilin' like that?
Like where your man? Ayy, send me yo' 'Gram, you know I'ma follow right back
And I'm the same with all my friendships, [?] came up off them benches
I just pushed a track to plat' and took the plaque back to the trenches
I said, "Big Time Rush," she like them boys with the bands
I do big time numbers, now they forcin' in my hand

I ain't practiced [?] Monday, but we're going with the plan
'22, I ran the summer, guess we doing it again, yeah, yeah
Two full cups, no ramen, hey who pulled up, who hopped in? Hey
One hand up, you slidin', hey, last hand up, you drivin', hey
Mouth full diamonds, parked the whip, you won't get my drip on
Bitch, I'm stylish, tuck my shirts on side 'cause these pockets designer, I said

I think that I'm lucky, I don't got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain't on my road trip and
It's kind of funny, people throwing shade
I'm just doing me, I don't got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah, we off that bullshit

Wee-oh, wee-oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh