Good Days Quelle Chris (Ft. Cavalier, Denmark Vessey & Fresh Daily)

[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
What another fucking beautiful day
(Yeah, what's up Q, man?)
Same old shit, what can I say?
My lady left me, cuz my shit wasn't air tight
Plus I couldn't put down that goddamn get right
Chasing money like greyhounds chase bunnies
I'm always laughin', but it's probably cuz I feel funny
Sometimes I think that I took the wrong mission
Tryin' to create a stable life for a family that's long missin'
But maybe Satan's tryin' to change my position
And catch me flinchin', that's the oldest dish in the kitchen
But what can a man save as a slave?
Celebrate a pen and grave like Morpheus threw the rage
And the cage, smoke rage and sip age on the sun rays, In LA where I stay
It seems tomorrows gon' be the same
What can a nigga say?, today was a good day

[Verse 2: Cavalier]
I woke up to my pops coughing blood
On top of that, I ain't sleep in about a month
My routine Rembrandt on looped keys that's spooky
Tryin' not to be the Mookie in my own movie
Truthfully I'm like "is that what I look foward to when you grow old?"
"Is that what my future hold?" I pack another bowl
Like there's kids in Africa who'd love to get high right now
It's a high horse to ride that give time for me to write down
Thinking too much like drinking through ulcers
You tapping to the rhythm I'm fingering for the pulse
But the fumes like it's dead
The news bad weather, told Q we get through and make the blues more better
We crack Denzel grins, let the pens spill, let it quell these
Melanin tails spin that wheel until the brew is empty
Jolly faces over water melancholy plates
What can I say? I guess today was a good day