Akarsh - Another Day lyrics

[Verse 1: Josh Smith] Hopped out the shower, picked my hair with my fist comb Towel around my waist, I'm bopping to my new song Last night was a mess but it's whatever Cuz I woke up feeling good, like my neighbor rocking the sweater Uh, I can't be ashy so I use that cocoa bu*ter cream Put on some khaki shorts or slip into some denim jeans Got my circle maze suspended from my neck with string Put on my V-neck then I go to do that high school thing Bumping Chance and Logic on my way to secondary Bino and Cole be adding truth to my vocabulary Yeah, thirty later we pull into parking Grabbed my bag up out the trunk and then I started walking And talking, to the people all around me they gawking They shocked that I have a nonstop flow of confidence I come across like I'm good and so they rock with it But in reality I'm kinda spent Uh, cuz actually it's all a misconception I'm just a victim of second guessing and misdirection Complexion like a mocha from the coffee shop I'm bittersweet, but be careful cuz I'm Supa Hot When I get home I'm gonna mess round with some lyrics Can't get my homework done on time cuz rapping's in my spirit And my level, nobody's even near it Opportunity was about to swim away and so I had to spear it I feared that somehow I wouldn't be good enough Cuz a lot of people said I wasn't hood enough But then I play my tracks and then they be like that's what's up So I keep on going, sticking with this rapping stuff I stay writing, I stay rhyming, I stay spitting, I stay grinding You should know I'm a star, how could I not be shining So I spit viciously so that you'll be reminded When nightmares and doubts come just open your eyes And simply wake up [Verse 2: Jalen Montgomery] Keep me bu*tered, think I'm out here with the cooking mix Increasing, greasing, man, you out here with the driest hits Step out the bed, I keep it nappy, what I know bout picks Keep it organic while you out here with that rotten sh** I came through with that bubonic plague, my brotha medieval sick And Josh be burning like that OG in the candlestick And lately we be out here, keep these brothas sleep with the NyQuil Man, nocturnal like the owls, man, we done did it keep it spirlin' bruh Yeah, yeah, and that's that hello sh** Make you realize we the generation's heroes sh** I trap up out the bando, grab the mic and make a mill and sh** And you come through, like “Can we hold this five?” Nah hold this, nah Another day, another hold up, I don't got a job Them racks on racks these brothas talk about seem kinda odd They ain't the lyricists, my brotha, we can't even read They ain't the visualists, my brotha, we can't even breathe! What this? The fifties? Nah, we done kept it that pro-era But, damn, I wish we kept it cool as if we were the old school But that don't sell, man, they want that OG Maco Bobby Shmurda commit murder, now he out here in the cellar Ok, sh**, we got to deep man, let's just have some fun Cali livin', man, we hope and pray we see the sun Wake up and bless up God, man, he stay that number one All I want in this life is a bad girl and some ones Suit me up, I'm feeling fresh, I think we going to prom Versace slacks and jackets, someone tell me where I went wrong Hit my dance and eat my steak, my dude, I'm feeling raw Man that's that high school sh**, but I think I did it all [Outro: Jalen Montgomery] Yeah, uh, Underestimated Yeah, all you n***as been terminated I don't even rap I'm on the beat though Shout out Josh Yeah