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Lunch Trey - Everyday Celebrate Lyrics



Lunch Trey - Everyday Celebrate Lyrics




Zonin out
Lost in the crowd
Just me around
Did I say that out loud
Thoughts coming out now put em back in the pound
I've been sitting down
But still running the town
I'm in my head
Motionless, staring, I'm dead
Care about pussy and bread
Care about drugs and my threads
Say f*ck the feds, and take too many meds
Face turns red
When not planning ahead
Don't care what you said
When I got your bitch spread
Won't care what is said till the day that I'm dead
And even after take that to the bed

Black lined there, distracted by words
Zoned out there, where are my nerves
My arms gone numb, but still flippin' up birds
Bars go dumb, when I'm spittin' a verse

My lines go dumb,
Guys go dumb,
Only time I run, from a badge and a gun
They shoot for fun, but can't unplug the plug
Ass on the ground when that push turn to shove

Think I'm in love
With too many drugs
Nah I'm just playin', I don't give a f*ck
Think the brake's stuck
Hit a branch and I duck
Step on the court with my new hyperdunks
Bitch you say what
You must be trippin' you got me mixed up
I hit a lick then duck through ventilation ducts
At the potluck
Rollin the bud
Packin' the j and spark it on the hood
Of my new car, then let's go out for food
You can smoke too and if not then that's rude
Back at the crib bumpin'
Dick her down till Sunday
Kick her out on Monday, then all week make money
Invite her back someday, sometime when it's sunny
She pulls to the crib and she keep sayin' f*ck me
Keep runnin' and runnin', runnin' up the hundreds
I'm pressin' a button to keep em all coming
Put them in the freezer and then I'm cold blooded
Currency through my veins, when I came up from nothin'

Nothin wasn't bad, I was still flippin' packs
But smokin' more gas, so the dope never last
Hit the weed maps, to find dope and some wraps
Find a bad bitch to bring back to the trap
Give em the dap and then give em the dab
Get out the fuel and give heat to the slab
I trip on the words so I deserve a tab
I was never here, that's why I pay in cash
Don't ask for a rip
If you can't take a hit
Straight to the wallet cuz my dope the shit,
Straight to the dome when I pull out the bricks
Straight to the ears when I hop on the mix
F*ck that bullshit
Bro be legit
Can you handle the job, if not f*cking dip
Rollin with me, nah you a bitch
Could've said that the first time that we met

Every day, Celebrate
I was hungry, ate the plate
Ate on ramen, now on stake
I rap, smoke dope, bitch and I skate
Every day, Celebrate
I was hungry, ate the plate
Ate on ramen, now on stake
I rap, smoke dope, bitch and I skate

Cut off a snake
He couldn't hang
Talked about guns but he would never bang
Smoked down the drugs, but didn't wanna pay
Offered his bitch, but I didn't do trades
Let's go to the bank
Roll up the dank
In the think tank
Come back when I'm blank
Let's smoke a j
Restart my brain
Restart my life when I'm goin' insane
Today or tomorrow, they both seem the same
It's all a blur, when I forget my name
When I wake up I feel that type of way
Time to smoke dope and then time to get paid
Time to drop projects and time to get fame
Head In the clouds now my head in the game
You said you get laid, that's a false claim
Say that you're faded, but ain't had no drank
Say we're related, you following me
Everyone knows that you ain't on my team
Everyone knows that I'm out of your league
You wanna diss me you need some more streams
Bitches on the d, because I can sing
If you don't believe, take it from me
You're not convinced, look at me and see
They call me a billy goat developing
Ignore the phone ring
Smashin my phone in the street
My number discreet
Smashing the screen, don't wanna meet
Don't tell me who's got the green
I got more dope then you've seen
Rockin with me, if not then you gone
Poppin with me, then a legacy born
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English

Zonin out
Lost in the crowd
Just me around
Did I say that out loud
Thoughts coming out now put em back in the pound
I've been sitting down
But still running the town
I'm in my head
Motionless, staring, I'm dead
Care about pussy and bread
Care about drugs and my threads
Say f*ck the feds, and take too many meds
Face turns red
When not planning ahead
Don't care what you said
When I got your bitch spread
Won't care what is said till the day that I'm dead
And even after take that to the bed

Black lined there, distracted by words
Zoned out there, where are my nerves
My arms gone numb, but still flippin' up birds
Bars go dumb, when I'm spittin' a verse

My lines go dumb,
Guys go dumb,
Only time I run, from a badge and a gun
They shoot for fun, but can't unplug the plug
Ass on the ground when that push turn to shove

Think I'm in love
With too many drugs
Nah I'm just playin', I don't give a f*ck
Think the brake's stuck
Hit a branch and I duck
Step on the court with my new hyperdunks
Bitch you say what
You must be trippin' you got me mixed up
I hit a lick then duck through ventilation ducts
At the potluck
Rollin the bud
Packin' the j and spark it on the hood
Of my new car, then let's go out for food
You can smoke too and if not then that's rude
Back at the crib bumpin'
Dick her down till Sunday
Kick her out on Monday, then all week make money
Invite her back someday, sometime when it's sunny
She pulls to the crib and she keep sayin' f*ck me
Keep runnin' and runnin', runnin' up the hundreds
I'm pressin' a button to keep em all coming
Put them in the freezer and then I'm cold blooded
Currency through my veins, when I came up from nothin'

Nothin wasn't bad, I was still flippin' packs
But smokin' more gas, so the dope never last
Hit the weed maps, to find dope and some wraps
Find a bad bitch to bring back to the trap
Give em the dap and then give em the dab
Get out the fuel and give heat to the slab
I trip on the words so I deserve a tab
I was never here, that's why I pay in cash
Don't ask for a rip
If you can't take a hit
Straight to the wallet cuz my dope the shit,
Straight to the dome when I pull out the bricks
Straight to the ears when I hop on the mix
F*ck that bullshit
Bro be legit
Can you handle the job, if not f*cking dip
Rollin with me, nah you a bitch
Could've said that the first time that we met

Every day, Celebrate
I was hungry, ate the plate
Ate on ramen, now on stake
I rap, smoke dope, bitch and I skate
Every day, Celebrate
I was hungry, ate the plate
Ate on ramen, now on stake
I rap, smoke dope, bitch and I skate

Cut off a snake
He couldn't hang
Talked about guns but he would never bang
Smoked down the drugs, but didn't wanna pay
Offered his bitch, but I didn't do trades
Let's go to the bank
Roll up the dank
In the think tank
Come back when I'm blank
Let's smoke a j
Restart my brain
Restart my life when I'm goin' insane
Today or tomorrow, they both seem the same
It's all a blur, when I forget my name
When I wake up I feel that type of way
Time to smoke dope and then time to get paid
Time to drop projects and time to get fame
Head In the clouds now my head in the game
You said you get laid, that's a false claim
Say that you're faded, but ain't had no drank
Say we're related, you following me
Everyone knows that you ain't on my team
Everyone knows that I'm out of your league
You wanna diss me you need some more streams
Bitches on the d, because I can sing
If you don't believe, take it from me
You're not convinced, look at me and see
They call me a billy goat developing
Ignore the phone ring
Smashin my phone in the street
My number discreet
Smashing the screen, don't wanna meet
Don't tell me who's got the green
I got more dope then you've seen
Rockin with me, if not then you gone
Poppin with me, then a legacy born
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Writer: T Mullin, Trey Mullin
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Lunch Trey
Language: English
Length: 2:49
Written by: T Mullin, Trey Mullin

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