No bad days (yeah)

I think that I′m lucky, I don't got it madeEverything 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 bitchin′, 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 duchess, ah

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 wanna 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 gettin′ money

Desk job, cubical, nah, it wasn't for me

Rather crash and burn, go hella hard and live to tell my story

Bondfires, runnin′ 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, singin' oldies out at some lounge

Nobody wanna 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

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