Представляем точный текст композиции "Everyday" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Everyday» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Z-Ro передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Z-Ro - "Everyday"
Lyrics to Everyday : [Verse 1: Z-Ro] My nigga Redd been assisting me with holdin my head but I cant focuse cause so many niggaz in the street owe me some bread and if you fuckin with my mind lately, how could it be greed' if all I want is just to touch whatevers mine baby my forty-acres, and my new mansion, and my yacht might take alittle time for me to see bigger living ('') or not but I want stop until Im touchin my figures, you better move(bitch) cause I be bustin my nigga nobody knows all the trouble I been through been so broke and embarrased couldnt afford a tooth brush fool if it wasnt for my nigga Sherman Miller, me and great O offered me food when I was hungry, plus a place to lay low runnin up and down Houston slangin dimes and nickles performing for my hood niggaz spittin rhymes and riddles forever stayin on our grind because of the shine it give us and fuck jail, we didnt care how much time they give us [Chorus: Trae - repeat 2X] Everyday its like I cant maintain but still I feel Im in it for the same thing all I ever wanted is just to get my change living strength is my only type of mind frame [Verse 2: Z-Ro] Its in my blood, its in my body, its in my soul gettin paper been so important since Ive been on my own dont nobody love me in this cold world fuck these bitches cause the hatred I got for my old girl is a motherfucker I aint tryna hear it, I aint tryna know ya unless you be a hustler tryna come up on some mo bucks Im like a male-nun with a rail gun Im so focused on my mail son I need a bail bond fuck you bitches, I love my riches go get it forward march cannibal in these killing fields tired of hangin on this cross witness the J.Prince runnin the south Rap-A-Lot mafia like wide recievers cause we all be runnin our route Im goin long, it aint no mercy for the weak better get strong cause it be crucializing everything that be goin on try to maintain cause if you dont they pop you, drop you, and leave you slain mayne win it just to stay in the game (mayne) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Z-Ro] Association bring about stimulation thats what I witness kickin it with the jealous got me beggin for forgiveness this record label presidental think they live like me think they could jump in this rap game and survive like me they living fantasies nigga tryna hold onto my name but they cant sell records without me thats a godamn shame hoe nigga get ya roll up, everytime I flex you cats in check cause you cant lift it with youre on muscle, weak bitch! everytime I speak bitch niggaz steadily be plottin on removing me from my throne to throw me in the fuckin prison but its all good I can take it cause I dish shit out but me youve seen Im havin things in my dreams I cant get it out God blessed the child that can double his fetti duckin and dodgin trouble cops and trouble times come get me Im tryna get a big ass piece so leave me alone and live a life where I can leave both of my pistols at home [Chorus] - repeat to end [ Everyday Lyrics ]
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