No Bad Days Songtext
No bad days, yeah
I think that I’m lucky, I don’t got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain’t on my road trip and
It’s kind of funny, people throwing shade
I’m just doing me, I don’t got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
I think that I’m lucky, I don’t got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain’t on my road trip and
It’s kind of funny, people throwing shade
I’m just doing me, I don’t got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah we off that bullshit
Top back, ‘85, that’s the way we like to drive
Doing donuts all the neighbors know us, yeah we outside
Look alive, the freaks of the city
They come out at night
Fuck a line, fab five Freddy 1989
Time to show off
I’m so Warhol
So sophisticated
Life is bitching baby
Velvet rope I’m ducking
Looking regal when I come in
And the peacoat it’s so London I’ll be
Leaving with a dutchess
New city, fuck it up
Yeah yeah yeah
Here for one night, stay a month Yeah yeah yeah
Spent my whole life on a bus
Yeah yeah yeah
Show time, run it up
Nobody want to say goodbye
We just want to stay up, that’s right
Don’t got to say goodnight
If you never wake up
Yeah yeah yeah
I think that I’m lucky, I don’t got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain’t on my road trip and
It’s kind of funny, people throwing shade
I’m just doing me, I don’t got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah we off that bullshit
Truck stop, gas station, always up to something
Highway 99 and we getting money
Desk job, cubical, nah it wasn’t for me
Rather crash and burn
Go hella hard and live to tell my story
Bon fires, running around the woods you know we pulling all nighters
And I’m a dreamer with my people, bunch of songwriters
Oh yeah we up now
Sun down
Karaoke singing oldies out at some lounge
Nobody want to say goodbye
We just want to stay up, that’s right
Don’t got to say goodnight
If you never wake up
Yeah yeah yeah
I think that I’m lucky, I don’t got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain’t on my road trip and
It’s kind of funny, people throwing shade
I’m just doing me, I don’t got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah we off that bullshit
Wee ohh
Wee ohh
Wee ohh
Wee ohh
Top back, ‘85, that’s the way we like to drive
Doing donuts all the neighbors know us, yeah we outside
Look alive, the freaks of the city
They come out at night
Fuck a line, fab five Freddy 1989
Time to show off
I’m so Warhol
So sophisticated
Life is bitching baby
Velvet rope I’m ducking
Looking regal when I come in
And the peacoat it’s so London I’ll be
Leaving with a dutchess
New city, fuck it up
Yeah yeah yeah
Here for one night, stay a month Yeah yeah yeah
Spent my whole life on a bus
Yeah yeah yeah
Show time, run it up
Nobody want to say goodbye
We just want to stay up, that’s right
Don’t got to say goodnight
If you never wake up
Yeah yeah yeah
I think that I’m lucky, I don’t got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain’t on my road trip and
It’s kind of funny, people throwing shade
I’m just doing me, I don’t got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah we off that bullshit
Truck stop, gas station, always up to something
Highway 99 and we getting money
Desk job, cubical, nah it wasn’t for me
Rather crash and burn
Go hella hard and live to tell my story
Bon fires, running around the woods you know we pulling all nighters
And I’m a dreamer with my people, bunch of songwriters
Oh yeah we up now
Sun down
Karaoke singing oldies out at some lounge
Nobody want to say goodbye
We just want to stay up, that’s right
Don’t got to say goodnight
If you never wake up
Yeah yeah yeah
I think that I’m lucky, I don’t got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain’t on my road trip and
It’s kind of funny, people throwing shade
I’m just doing me, I don’t got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah we off that bullshit
Wee ohh
Wee ohh
Wee ohh
Wee ohh
