[Intro: Cage]
Few days are good, most days are bad
This day is the best day I’ll ever have
I’ll ever have
[Hook: Cage]
Few days are good, most days are bad
This day is the best day I’ll ever have
Woke up with a pain in my brain, eager to crash
This day is the best day I’ll ever have
She snaps the blade when she takes a stab
This day is the best day I’ll ever have
He put down the needle and became a dad
This day is the best
[Verse 1: Cage]
This lifetime ticking on death’s clock is staged well
Want to escape worms in subways to Hell
And you can meet your maker in a second depending on which
Maker you’re checking. For me, it’s who manufactures my records
I stood in the doorway, unable to walk through it
When the voice in my head stopped, it can only be heard through music
So if you need me to do shit, I will continue to make it
I’ll put pain in a digital space in hopes to escape it
I guess I could be something I’m not and write about who I shot
Whether it’s real or not, you embrace fake as hot
When your words are empty, your subject matter’s elementary
But the kids are too advanced to pay for your fantasies
Love me or hate me, there’s all or nothing to see for you
Now it’s been established, step from in front of the people I’m speaking to
If I don’t wake up tomorrow, I’m living through kids rewinding the past
And you can take what you want from what I’ll ever have
Few days are good, most days are bad
This day is the best day I’ll ever have
I’ll ever have
[Hook: Cage]
Few days are good, most days are bad
This day is the best day I’ll ever have
Woke up with a pain in my brain, eager to crash
This day is the best day I’ll ever have
She snaps the blade when she takes a stab
This day is the best day I’ll ever have
He put down the needle and became a dad
This day is the best
[Verse 1: Cage]
This lifetime ticking on death’s clock is staged well
Want to escape worms in subways to Hell
And you can meet your maker in a second depending on which
Maker you’re checking. For me, it’s who manufactures my records
I stood in the doorway, unable to walk through it
When the voice in my head stopped, it can only be heard through music
So if you need me to do shit, I will continue to make it
I’ll put pain in a digital space in hopes to escape it
I guess I could be something I’m not and write about who I shot
Whether it’s real or not, you embrace fake as hot
When your words are empty, your subject matter’s elementary
But the kids are too advanced to pay for your fantasies
Love me or hate me, there’s all or nothing to see for you
Now it’s been established, step from in front of the people I’m speaking to
If I don’t wake up tomorrow, I’m living through kids rewinding the past
And you can take what you want from what I’ll ever have
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