Today´s Your Day (Whachagonedu)

Oh nooo, no uunh nahhh

(fatlip, charlie tuna)

Ah ha ha ha

Yeahhhhhh

[fatlip]

I paid my dues

Refuse to lose

So fuck the blues

Dang ya bad news

You contribute the juice

While i sip booze

On a seven day cruise

In louis vuitton shoes

With floozies by the dudes

The good life

Talkin' bout the good life

Live it up for a little while

Then go to the hood

To get a good wife

And settle down

But for now

My study endowed

Refuse to allow

Myself to defile

Like when i was sniffin' piles

Still got trials and tribulations

Refinement from cultivation takes patience,

I'm waitin'

Paper chasin' to get a place like peyton

Politickin', interfacin', business relations

Build the empire from the underground, then retire

Who said i was on crack?

You's a mothafuckin' liar!

See me in the trenchcoat, but missed the choke

So fuck the hopes, my mission is this:

Get in position to assist my folks

Huh?

Get in position to assist my motha, m-my motha, and my auntie, and my uncle, my folks, you know?

Unh

Today's your day baby, whachagonedu?

(4x)

[chali 2na]

I know, what do i know?

Lurkin' five-oh, puffin' dro

Tryin' to dive slow, wicked fly flow

Intimate verses that hit surface with quick service

But never nervous in this big circus

A quick purchase

Of green foliage, and clean bowl hits

Redeems focus when it seems hopeless

Supreme dopeness

On plain paper for you plan rapers

This landscaper's capers abrasive as sandpaper

Don't try to fan papers, you caught this onslaught

Reforms start for those who perform be pure slop

For sure shot our handcuffer

Word muffler heard 'nuff of the bullshit

You nerds suck up out the back gate

Lyrics so pregnant we lactate

Get your facts straight, we stack papes and crack plates

Over wax snakes who pack hate

They lack faith

While tuna and fatlip put you in a relaxed state like

Today's your day baby, whachagonedu?

(4x)

[fatlip]

What i'm gon' do?

You know, get me a six

And fresh kicks, pickin up chicks

When i'm up in the mix

Can't predict my art shit, it hit the top of the charts

But my heart's in the right place

Nice headspace

Slow paced from the buddha, but not the bass

Not a moment to waste,

Thirty three

No degree or g.e.d.

My mind's free, i learn without bein' taught

I see how the baddest fall

And cypress hear the highest thought

I woke up,

Opened my eyes up, wised up

To the game, time to change my name

Eddie crap

Comin' with different shit, eddie crap

Write it down niggas, hear the reverse significance?

It's to rip it when i'm on top of my game

Specifically speaking, the way i be freakin' my slang

Give me the mumu, the poopoo, and the mic and i'm creased

Fat lip, squeaky clean, don't stop, don't cease

Today's your day baby, whachagonedu?

(8x)