Bradley - Night and Day lyrics

Yo thanks for the beat Fel 95's on the rise
CT on the rise get at us

Look and listen I've grown
I'm kickin' it in my zone
The couch by the cyclone
And spittin' to the iPhone
Felly on the beat
I feel the sample run in my bones
I gotta clean the screen because
I'm spittin' out my piehole
I can't feel my eyeballs, try walkin'
I fall laughin off my ass watchin' Cancun
With Kyle i smoke so much weed I feel
Like I just ran a mile
My rhymes are fuckin' sick, wait
My rhymes are fuckin' vile
Stumble on some nuggets and ya
Better bet I burn em'
Smokin' doobie after doobie got it
Kickin' at my sternum
Ayers on my table and I'm
Bout to fuckin' turn em'
And you all ain't knowin Roy but man
I sure as hell discerned em'
I don't have the benevolence
That's relevant to betterments
I'm charged with the embezzlement
That's of my self-intelligence
I'm butta on the beat it's like
The bars are on a regiment
Now get up out the car cause
I ain't feelin' too affectionate
Grindin' on my rhymes I'll take ya
Places that ya never been
Ya jaw just hit the carpet and I'm
Writin' for the hell of it
My voice'll throw ya off
But the vibes are the mellowest
I know i spit it sick
Because ya fever's lookin' yellowish
Rastafari shottas, I'm hoppin down to YaYas
Pastin' up a face and so
I'm watchin for impalas
Watchin' on my back cause I
Ain't tryna rock a collar
And when the deed is done I throw
A grin and tell em holla, holla

We're doin' opes and so we
Kickin' it in slow mo
I go n' stub my toe and
So I'm trippin' like some robo
I'm hoppin' on the track just like
I'm hoppin' on a pogo
Ya so-so, and I'm dope, ya mojo, is so broke
Oh you rockin' Polo? My face
Should be the logo
Ya talkin' to the po po? Oh
That is such a no no
You'll have a lotta fun
When ya hangin' out with dodos
And oh you got a manager? I'mma do it solo
My flow so cold I'mma serve
It with some cocoa
Ya struckout ya bozo, 0 and 3, the ozone
I'm fuckin' with ya head
And I'm doin' it pro bono
Oh so, I heard somebody heard about me
I hope I help em' out
Because I write profoundly
And I hope that they can that
This is not about me
I'm makin' shit relatable and
Music found me so I'mma wait around until
The music crowns me
A mink fur coat, tells a story of Astoria
The thought of wearin' animals
Can bring yourself euphoria
It seems like all the cotton gins
Are gettin' kinda bored of ya
We're doin' to the animals
What France did to Lauria alluring ya
Just so I could build my rapport to ya
I shape a couple words so I
Can open up ya corneas
I'm feelin' it already
It's the critics gettin' hornier
I'm sorry to the beat man
Felly's probably mournin' ya bradley