Stuff We Did - Piano Fruits Music & Benjamin Cambridge

Yeah! Its just one of those days Where you don't want to wake up Everything is fucked Everybody sucks You don't really know why But you want to justify Rippin' someone's head off No human contact And if you interact Your life is on contract Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker It's just one of those days It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit I think you better quit, let the shit slip Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit I think you better quit, talking that shit Its just one of those days Feeling like a freight train First one to complain Leaves with a bloodstain Damn right I'm a maniac You better watch your back Cause I'm fucking up your program And then your stuck up You just lucked up Next in line to get fucked up Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker It's just one of those days It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit I think you better quit, let the shit slip Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit I think you better quit, talking that shit Punk, so come and get it I feel like shit My suggestion, is to keep your distance Cause right now I'm dangerous We've all felt like shit And been treated like shit All those motherfuckers That want to step up I hope you know, I pack a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way, I just might Break something tonight I pack a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way, I just might Break something tonight I pack a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way, I just might Break your fucking face tonight! Give me something to break! Give me something to break, ah! Give me something to break! How bout your fucking face?! I hope you know, I pack a chainsaw What! A chainsaw What! A motherfucking chainsaw What! So come and get it It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit I think you better quit, let the shit slip Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit I think you better quit, talking that shit Punk, so come and get it

Mom can't pay the bills, that's what he take for Auntie smoke that shit, that's what he sling for She just needs a man, what she prays for My demons in the can need it paid in full They say your hair is power, so my braids long We kill ourselves while they make us pay for it They divide and separate, make us slave for it Free game to the youth, that's what I'm here for So hard, but he still made it out of B-More So hard, but he still made it out of Georgia So hard, but he still made it out of Chi-Town So hard, but we still made it out of my town Oh, oh And you know I'm always for that street shit Thanks for tellin' me I'll never be shit They don't care 'cause they don't know 'bout street shit And when I die make you sure tell 'em I ain't quit When I die, let them know what we did (Ooh, ooh) When I die, when I die When I die, let them know what we did Know what we did Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Let 'em know what we did, did But you always gotta have it always Don't matter who say, don't matter who say I left my city, feel like I just split ways Said I won't be back for a while, should've seen her face What can I say? I can't even leave L.A Oh, why they left the people down for? (Oh yeah) We paying for our death and downfall All of them secrets they don't want you to know Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa- And you know I'm always for that street shit Thanks for tellin' me I'll never be shit They don't care 'cause they don't know 'bout street shit And when I die make you sure tell em' I ain't quit When I die, let them know what we did (Ooh, ooh) When I die, when I die