Murs - One Uh Those Days lyrics

[REVERIE:] I can't wait to quit this f**in' job Light up my cigarette Exhale the negativity and hop on to the bus I'm stinkin' like some french fries I'm thirsty, I'm tired Tomorrow I might cuss my boss out and get fired Sittin' in the corner, mindin' my business The f** this b**h lookin' at? I know she hella trippin' (f** you lookin' at?) Got nothin' better to do than start problems on public transportation What a pathetic existence She's doggin' with persistence, uh This b**h is comin' up to me, girl you don't wanna f** with me Waste no time, post up, blows thrown The sh** you gotta deal with in the big city just tryin' to go home What a sh**ty day, can't wait to hit my sheets I can't wait to get my car I'm f**in' tired of these streets (I'm f**in' sick of this f**in' bullsh**) Yo, today been hella breezy, receivin' hella tips Next customer in line, I can't believe its that b**h (Oh hell no) I gotta be professional, so I ain't poppin' off But don't trip, I'll put that special in that extra special sauce, hoe [Murs:] One uh those, One uh those, One uh those One uh those, One uh those days One uh those, One uh those, One uh those One uh those, One uh those days One uh those, One uh those, One uh those One uh those, One uh those days One uh those, One uh those, One uh those One uh those, One uh those days [Murs:] Hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo Roll a [?], about to head up to Drayo's Never had to lay low Always had a halo Plus I got a b**h to s** my dick when I say so And Ayo The f**? This n***a hit me up, out the side of his truck I'm like... what? n***a this midtown Bust a U-Turn if you really wanna get down Oh sh**, he really 'bout to turn around Hol' up Let me turn my music d- I said, say my n***a Oh sh**, he pullin' out the hammer A left-minded home, I was in my pajamas See, I woke up late Realized I hadn't ate Went to my favorite place and thought that I would be straight I hop back in my whip, tried to run the n***a over Hopin' that he didn't see the plates on the Rover Made a right on Cloverdale, then a left Parked in the driveway, then ran up the steps I grabbed my piece, hopped back in the streets I know this young motherf**er don't really want beef Look, I'm 30-something, still down to murder something But when I stopped to think about it, it was all over nothing So f** it I'm about to head to the crib Then... Aww, sh** Look who it is! I know this motherf**er ain't really gettin' tacos I parked in the red, grabbed my sh** and I walked slow Right up behind him, I put my gun in his back I said, "Yeah my n***a, what was up with all of that?" "f** what you wanna do, this what you gonna do." "Hands in your pocket, keep your eyeballs in front of you." Then this lady came and kissed him on the cheek He said "Hi, Mom", and then they both start to speak I said, "Ah, sh**. This young punk." "He g**nin' when he 'bout to meet his mama for lunch?" The line for the tacos was long anyways, so I walked off laughin' It was one of those days One uh those, One uh those, One uh those One uh those, One uh those days One uh those, One uh those, One uh those One uh those, One uh those days One uh those, One uh those, One uh those One uh those, One uh those days One uh those, One uh those, One uh those One uh those, One uh those days