1982, UFO Fev, Marlon Craft - Another Day lyrics

Anther day, another dollar, right
Gon' dedicate this one to Mac Miller
Ya heard?
(Just another day,  another dollar)

Been in my lane so long
I dozed off at the wheel
The doc said I crashed into a deal
Now I'm an artist, the last you could feel
I mastered my skill
I'm nice from Japan to Brazil
This ain't a bad bitch with me, she my wife
And I ain't goin' back and forth, homie
I'm livin' my best life
So I'ma throw first, stand tall, like, "yeah
I'm the man" it coulda been worse
The word earth means dirt
Now you stuck in rotation
Militant, but never joined the Nation
The All-High UFO invasion
Right, you see me rollin' through smooth


Like I'm Dean Martini smokin' herb
Drinkin' Fiji
I ain't inherit nothin' but stress
I'm puttin' emcees to the test
Teach 'em better if they come incorrect
This one sweater might run you a check
It's no labels
No recordin' artist or exec could say
They seen it like UFO
Fee measured by degrees, Ecuador
When it comes to this flow
Build equity, that's all I know
And I ain't need to hear four-four-four
To gain knowledge and grow
Playa, I did that, even a bobcat is a big cat
I am in the conversation
You cannot dismiss that full sleeve
I have a junkie where your kid's at
Playin' ball with 'em just to prove
To you I'm big facts
Life come at you fast, don't take it personal
My style like hittin' the glass
Look what these words could do
You hooked on phonics, it's gas
Let you smell that
I'm hooked on chronic, my past life hell
In this one, I'm symbolic
Plus I get fly and I'm ten toes solid
God must be acknowledged right
Look, another day, another dollar

Superior flows
Craft got that fuck you disease
Like venereal goes
Take the fight to where they're comfortable
And set up shop there, I got imperial goals
Homie, I ain't even near to my goals
That shit put fear in your soul
Real ones like, "we hearin' you, bro", yeah
So I proceed for the simple fact
That's simple facts
And I talk to 'em 'bout the work
As if the shit was slack
But that, I would never
I'm glad my endeavors ain't
Half hearted treasure
Upon the first few X's in the sand
'Cause he who never made a
Wrong turn's a directionless man
And eventually, I'll play the lows
Fretless with one hand
But 'til then, I need some boundries just
To know just where I am, like
I been lettin' enemies at my energy
'Cause some of 'em just look
Like friends to me
And I know that that's cliché
But most clichés started as the truth
So you gon' run into a few if
You be partial to the proof simply put
I just ain't one of these
Artists you can mute before that
I'll be one of these artists you could shoot
Sometimes beautiful's ugly and the
Heart just isn't cute
You could hang me by my
Art if it's the noose, craft

Uh, these funny rappers blow overnight
And the Rover white
Pitchin', I'm dissecting they lyrics
And they over-hyped
Show's overpriced, damn, they is cold as ice
Sellin' you product that's garbage
They get me overtight
It's cold at night 'cause I
Been livin' the sober life
Had to go blow-for-blow so I could
Get me my soldier stripes
Overhand rights from Tyson Fury or Mike Tys'
And knife fights, pussy
Tell me what your life like
Chicken with the rice, five dollar plate shit
2020, spaceships, the process is greatness
Law-town, Masses, signed to Roc Nation
Check the birth certificates
My brother is killin' it
Never thought limited
We handlin' our business
Givin' back to the children
That's what we do
We raisin' money, too, ST show Off Crew
We worldwide

Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar
Another day, another dollar