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Akon - Not My Day Lyrics

Not My Day LyricsYeah, as I sit in my four corner room, walls closin' in on me. They watchin' me, and I don't know who to trust. Convict Music, The Clutch, and Elmarva

Bent up a rim on my six four, stuntin' 46 when my switches blew out. Then get to the crib in my pit, let some suckers come get my work up out the house. I'm switchin' lanes on a 101, popo's on me, hit the lights, now he's goin' through the dash. Then spread your legs, put your hands behind your back, I'm no pusher, that's my personal stash

I'm six o'clock, my white kicks, lost my name today, turn me back, so many niggas that I hang with. He's gettin' too thick, I'm about to lose it, so if I got an attitude, it's not you, it's just not my day. Think I'm on the wrong side of the bed, am I trippin', homiе, or is my mind playin' tricks on me? I don't know, but it ain't my day, and I don't know who to trust. Had my mind ripped to the hеad, nose up, and I think to myself, this best-of-weight cocktail

Tech all day in September, it ain't my day. Walked up in my shot, I think I got God-like for my jewels, cause I got him on me now. Caught this nigga creepin' out my back window, shown up, he was messin' with my girlfriend. She got my bedroom door locked up, landlady caught the cop, cause she heard me kick it down. Now I'ma load this clip, I'm so bout to trip, that's when I get playin' house with a trick

I'm six o'clock, my white kicks, lost my name today, turn me back, so many niggas that I hang with. It's gettin' too thick, I'm bout to lose it, I got an attitude, it's not Jewish, it's not my thing. I don't know, but it ain't my day, I got the wrong side of the bed, am I trippin', homie, or is my mind playin' tricks on me? I don't know, but it ain't my day, and I don't know who to trust. Had my mind ripped to the head, nose up, and I think to myself, this best-of-weight cocktail

Snack all day in September, it ain't my day. Well, cold as hell, can't depend on no one else. Either you hustle to survive, stay alive and well, or be broke all by yourself. Even the law ain't a friend to me, pick these streets, we strike number three. It's a hell of a fine situation, life for me, and it's not my day

I'm six o'clock, my white kicks, lost my name today, turn me back, so many niggas that I hang with. It's getting too quick, I'm about to lose it, so if I got an attitude, it's not Jewish, it's not my thing. I don't know, but it ain't my day, I got the wrong side of the bed, am I trippin', homie, or is my mind playin' tricks on me? I don't know, but it ain't my day, and I don't know who to trust. Had my mind ripped to the head, nose up, and I think to myself, this best-of-weight cocktail