Every day and every time we on the grind

Every day and every time we on the grind

Every day and every time we on the grind

Repeat

One day, one day in london
One day, one day in london
Always first of my grind, I say I wanted this
Every day and every time we on the grind

Solo

I pointed at the woman pumping my nose
And ask her

Repeat

I remember those hardcore days
And the heavy stuff that surrounded those days
Think of all the good days
Nothing can come to that

Repeat

Caught in here some days
I just puff a little over head
Sit and throw a little something away
Sit and throw a little something away

Solo

When you think that heaven is overrated
The fifth day is the best day, well, I prefer rum to gin

Repeat

I remember those hardcore days
And the heavy stuff that surrounded those days
Think of all the good days
Nothing can come to that

Repeat

Every morning my intent
Every morning a new day

Repeat

I remember those hardcore days
And the heavy stuff that surroun
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