Nazzy the Mic - Sunny Days Lyrics

Sunny days be cool
But I love the rain better
I'm so used to having cloudy days
I'm stuck to pain weather

Sunny days be cool
But I love the rain better
I'm so used to having cloudy days
I'm stuck to pain weather

Cried my eyes out in my cell
When my mom sent me her first letter
I'm 17 time to grow up
Time to get my life together

I seen reality for the first time
I knew I could be something great
When I spit my first rhyme
I knew I was turning into my dad
When I committed my first crime
Knew I was thurl when I gave you my last dime

Yeah

Same face, same height, same pain
Ain't much that changed about me
So busy trying to rush into the future
Like what's the same about me
I'm still a regular human being like you
Ain't no fame about me
And don't act like you need me
Cause you'd be the same without me

Das real

Speak yo mind, tell me how you feel
Speak yo mind, tell me how you feel

Mhmm

Yeah I served my time through the seasons
Momma ask, still don't got a reason
Even though I'm guilty, I ain't pleading
I just told em help is what I'm needing

Dat boy love candy, das why he still behind bars
And we gone ride til the wheels fall
We gon kill behind ours
I can't think straight, oh no
I lost my brain in the stars
I ain't even know a rose had a umbrella
I hope it rain with da stars
I get high in another galaxy
I passed Pluto and Mars
I might get tatted up on my arm
I'm tired of seeing my scars

I ran away from da crib
Shit at least five times
A nigga was chasing da streets
I'm like my daddy
Daddy a dickhead
I cannot help it if das where we are

I got life decisions to make
I risked my life on shit I would take
I was on back to back
Up in detention
Jus gimme a break
I found out my lil bro was a cop
He be telling dem boys, rather get me a snake
Niggas be eating, shit I'm tryin to eat too
So I woke up just to get me some cake

Part of my heart with the demons
And part of my heart went to da streets
And it went to da mic
Like who do I love the most
And I could hate dat girl
She gone love the goat
And we been broke up
But know she still mine
She stay my bitch
And she loved me while I was poor
But she'll be obsessed once I'm rich

Nigga

Mhmm

Percs be healing my body
I'm like dat nigga who made Beatbox
Cause once I Spotem then I Gottem
Club going up on a Tuesday
Trap getting lit on a Friday
18th Street just ain't da same
Without Due, Kai, Sammy and Saddi

Yes I got a good personality
But inside, I mentally suck
I gotta get a lot of shit out of my head
Xayne Vorloe is mentally fucked

They wanna know what I got in my cup
Like what do you think
I really be sipping
I watch my cousin get high off
Dat embalming fluid
Like damn he really be dipping
What

Ops be dissing on da gram
And you try to shake my hand
But you really ain't my man
They ain't say free me
All of dem months, I was in the can
They ain't say free me
All of dem months, I was in the can

I just, want some love for real
I need a hug for real
I'm hurt inside, I want a Perc
I wanna pop a pill
They don't know how I feel
They don't know how I deal
I was taking drugs just to heal
I was taking drugs just to heal

They don't know how I feel

I was taking drugs just to heal
They don't know how I feel
They don't know how I'm real

They don't know how I feel
They don't know how I feel
They don't know how I feel
They don't know how I feel