Days Still Turn to Night - J57 feat. Brown Bag AllStars & ATR, ATR, Brown Bag AllStars

Bom-ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking

Durn-da-durn, ya' world keeps changing

All in all, the days still turn to night

Turn to night, turn to night

Fuck it the ground crumbles under my feet

I walk for days through this maze and it amazes me

How cats can’t take the heat

I’m tryna break the beat, y’all just fake for fees

Please, these snakes tryna take my peeps

See we are a topic of interest

If y’all disagree drink a bottle of Windex

And then chase that with a little bit of Ajax

'Til your brain has you cross-eyed like a product of incest

Bom-ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking

Durn-da-durn, ya' world keeps changing

All in all, the days still turn to night

Turn to night, turn to night

Bom-ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking

Durn-da-durn, ya' world keeps changing

All in all, the days still turn to night

Turn to night, turn to night

Yo, we jet-setters they bed-wetters my vendetta’s

Louis XIII in a flask and to get cheddar

It’s like we talking asiago when it’s being said

I’m Adam Banks, in comparison they

My favorite passports, what the fuck you laugh for?

Ask more questions, getting head is what I’m after

As for days I love her backdoor, ask for seconds

I just had her backwards for the last four seconds

Bom-ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking

Durn-da-durn, ya' world keeps changing

All in all, the days still turn to night

Turn to night, turn to night

Bom-ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking

Durn-da-durn, ya' world keeps changing

All in all, the days still turn to night

Turn to night, turn to night

A train luggage make its way above us free to fly with

Wait brother, free to change lovers breathe and find it

Don’t break cover 'less you break rubbers now your own kid

Make love while making great numbers on these road trips

Yo they treat you like you help 'em load a couch in a tinted van

Was a fan now command like Lieutenant Dan

Boston Mass. in a mask like Casey Jones

Puddy jacket eight ball, Brooklyn say we home

Bom-ba-bom, the ground keeps shaking

Durn-da-durn, ya' world keeps changing

All in all, the days still turn to night

Turn to night, turn to night

I break bread 'til I’m deep in the croutons

Rap mathematics like I’m teaching at Kumon

Back in Toronto I was peeping this cute blonde

And now a year later I be getting my groom on

Doc stopped playing the moment your record started

These new cats gotta smarten up to be retarded

The target’s locked, they loaded and thinking they hard

'Til they find themselves slaughtered while all of us still at large

Yeah