What I Done This Day? (Remix)
Truly in this one I use myself as the example of the constant innermost struggle we STILL go through as born again believers.
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This is what I live for. This is what I am dying for the love of. Yahweh.
Story behind the song
I was infuriated by the facts found after the matter. 9/11 was
Lyrics
What I Dun This Day (Remix)
Written by Mike Boston
Produced by Soundrop
[CHORUS]
I didn’t think it would end up this way
But it was just Sunday, I prayed
What I dun this day?
I didn’t think it would end up this way
But it was just Sunday, I prayed, prayed, prayed...
[VERSE 1]
It’s gotta be a losing game
The first thing I thought of when they drew the names.
(What happened?)
It weighs more to remove my brains
Plus the Farenheit Nine-Eleven grew the flames.
(Message)
Said, “Get ‘em on the first movin’ plane.”
And what we do, how we do was a move insane.
(Anyway)
Anythang that I do these days,
I remove all selfishness, confusion & rage.
(Repeat it)
Over and over I do these things.
Long gone with my emotions.
HEY WE LOSE SOME THINGS!
(And so)
It ain’t even us who pay the change
At the tollbooth of change.
“Yo, I told you change!”
And that’s all that they address when they fly us kites
But when we get home,
Different day, different night.
Every night I try to pray but I be I be missin’ nights.
Drippin’ with sorrow,
For my existence gives it life.
And what am I suppose to do if I was given life?
Givin’ life out by the throatload to my brother’s wife.
I gotta go ‘cuz my P.O. said I ain’t peeing right.
You got that right!
‘Cuz if I was sober you wouldn’t think I’m Mike.
Confidence can get a grip up on the ish you spit.
Don’t let’cha itchiness beget you to this Wesson Smiff.
Callin’ ‘em men when they fit up in a chick’s descript.
Now that’ll fix this dilatin’ at the fingertips.
[CHORUS](2x)
[VERSE 2]
CampPain be the boot camp where pain
Is the root brand restrain
Through your hoops, lands your brain. (Read)
Blam-Blam on ya scam pham land a little scam
And don’t hit’chu ‘til they in a damn jam maaaaan.
Loc’s h*** said she got the gushy
Know she playin’ Octopussy,
Got a rookie overdosin’ off the nookie.
SAC PASE, QUE PASO, NA BULE!
Git it off ya noggett
Bobbitt like it’s John’s after sookie-sookie.
“Put me on.”, “get it in for me...” pretends to be
Love made when men can see ya infamy,
It’s simple seeeeeee....
As fragile as little pimples be the symphony of acne
Sympathy is simply that missin’ key.
Whether it’s mozzarella or a bloc of portabella
Get it for them samminches
& share it with a block of fellas.
Knowin’ not to tell a lot of where you stock ya mental
Proves to be an outstandin’ quality without the Reffer.
All that Heffen & a peffin’ on the acapella
Lessens how I wanna listen better to you hockin’ letters.
Call the cops, I suspected you’s a narc, narc, narc, narc
Singin’ every octave of the plot
‘til they off to get us!
[CHORUS](2x)
[VERSE 3]
She twirls locks in her brush
Concerned not ‘cuz “squirrels get a nut.”
Perm pot, sherm on a minibus.
Curls chopped. “GIVE IT UP!”
“Where ya strength, perm plot?”
Served hot and got a nerve when the Henny rush.
Sperm hot. LIVE IT UP!
Keep it churned like it’s buttermilk.
Earn lots & firm how they squirm the field.
Turn tops, murder filled.
Stern ops like they covert
They shot over slash & burn. Heard they squeal.
Learn tots to know it’s real.
All customers prefer ‘em buy the poppy crop
Herb spots get a Phil.
Murmured hearts split a deal.
Urge docs split they chest in they smocks
In attempts to install & heal.
[CHORUS](2x)
