Richie Campbell - Just One of Those Days Freestyle lyrics

Yo Dadda shoot

Summer gone, now a time fi count profit's
Dudu buss now everybody call me prophet
Told dem I would pull up inna range
And now me got it
Swervin’ like a bike inna di
Middle a the traffic
Some a friend dem see me back
And dem go stab it
Violate a man me shotta friend
Dem ago clap it
Every time me drop another song
Dem say a classic
Platinum record me turn a dream into a habit
Dem ago talk cause dem nuh like
Fi see we polo shirt
Tuck inna we gstar pants yeah we know it hurt
Badmind people are the devil pon earth
Waan see your whole body lay
Down inna dirt youth
Watch your friends weh you have youth
Your worst enemy is standing right beside you
Text your ex ‘bout "he never
Should of left you"
Bless me bless, but dawg that a nuh my boo

Come mek we roll up a spliff
And stay in for the winter
Things me ago do to you nuh
Post it pon your Insta
Wrap yours arms dem around me like rizzla
Cause
It's just one of those days like Sizzla

Weed and grabba
Mix the rum with the Henny and the vodka
See we outta road it nah go nice like Baka
But we love all a the
Gyal punani bad like Shabba
That a the wave, that a the vibe
That a the motto real bad bwoy we shoot and
Never miss like Dadda anytime at all
You know we posted pon da block yah
Solid as a rock you know
We tougher than the Nokia show no weakness
See Dudu mother cry that left me speechless
Dem nuh know how many nights we gon sleepless
Suck your madda if you nuh waan
Fi see me life bless
Free my g dem from outta the pen
Equal rights and justice we a defend
Fuck all a the threats weh dem a send
Negativity we wrap it up inna the blem

Come mek we roll up a spliff
And stay in for the winter
Things me ago do to you nuh
Post it pon your Insta
Wrap yours arms dem around me like rizzla
Cause
It's just one of those days like Sizzla

Come mek we roll up a spliff
And stay in for the winter
Things me ago do to you nuh
Post it pon your Insta
Wrap yours arms dem around me like rizzla
Cause
It's just one of those days like Sizzla

Dry cry even tears
Even my heart cry, but who cares
Whose fault no one’s but myself
Things do happen words can’t explain