J57, ATR, Brown Bag AllStars - Days Still Turn to Night lyrics

J57 brown Bag AllStars

Bom ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking
Durn da-durn, ya' world keeps changing
All in all, the days still turn to night
Turn to night, turn to night

Fuck it the ground crumbles under my feet
I walk for days
Through this maze and it amazes me
How cats can’t take the heat
I'm tryna break the beat
Y'all just fake for fees
Please, these snakes tryna take my peeps
See we are a topic of interest
If y’all disagree drink a bottle of Windex
And then chase that with a little bit of Ajax
'Til your brain has you cross-eyed
Like a product of incest

Bom ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking
Durn da-durn, ya' world keeps changing
All in all, the days still turn to night
Turn to night, turn to night
Bom ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking
Durn da-durn, ya' world keeps changing
All in all, the days still turn to night
Turn to night, turn to night

Yo, we jet-setters they
Bed-wetters my vendetta's
Louis XI I I in a flask and to get cheddar
It's like we talking asiago
When it's being said
I'm Adam Banks, in comparison they
My favorite passports
What the fuck you laugh for?
Ask more questions
Getting head is what I’m after
As for days I love her backdoor
Ask for seconds i just had her backwards for
The last four seconds

Bom ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking
Durn da-durn, ya’ world keeps changing
All in all, the days still turn to night
Turn to night, turn to night
Bom ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking
Durn da-durn, ya' world keeps changing
All in all, the days still turn to night
Turn to night, turn to night

A train luggage make it's way above
Us free to fly with wait brother
Free to change lovers breathe and find it
Don’t break cover 'less you break
Rubbers now your own kid
Make love while making great numbers
On these road trips
Yo they treat you like you help 'em
Load a couch in a tinted van
Was a fan now command like Lieutenant Dan
Boston Mass in a mask like Casey Jones
Puddy jacket eight ball, Brooklyn say we home

Bom ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking
Durn da-durn, ya' world keeps changing
All in all, the days still turn to night
Turn to night, turn to night

I break bread ’til I'm deep in the croutons
Rap mathematics like I'm teaching at Kumon
Back in Toronto I was
Peeping this cute blonde
And now a year later I be getting my groom on
Doc stopped playing the moment
Your record started
These new cats gotta smarten
Up to be retarded the target's locked
They loaded and thinking they hard
'Til they find themselves
Slaughtered while all of us still at large
Yeah