
Brighter Days Caskey
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[Chorus]
I've seen brighter days
They tryna ride the wave, but this turned into a tidal wave
I ain't hidin' from nobody at the hideaways
All my lowest days brought me higher ways
[Verse 1]
Alchemist, white on white my diamonds, that's a powdered wrist
Solar panels on the airplane, I'm on a power trip
Money counter on the counter, this ain't counterfeit
Re-up, stuff it in the duffle 'cause it's bound to fit
King of my town, I made a way, now them haters loud
Ride a double R through Tuskawilla, don't make a sound
Still remember when I first saw eighty pounds
Dog, I thought that was a lot then
Now I'm out in Cali, the calibrations are locked in
So much car keys, they thought I worked for a locksmith
You could be uncommon, just with common sense
The jewelry ain't the entrée, it's just the condiments
Compliments ring, the hate, it gon' do the same thing
That's why I don't pay no attention to people sayin' things
I get validation in my day to day
They gon' remember your character when you fade away
Not the Jordan kicks, the money stacks, the foreign whips
You could have it all and still be an annoyin' bitch
Yeah, most of y'all annoyin' as shit
I got the toys, but ain't one to be toyin' with
I've seen brighter days
They tryna ride the wave, but this turned into a tidal wave
I ain't hidin' from nobody at the hideaways
All my lowest days brought me higher ways
[Verse 1]
Alchemist, white on white my diamonds, that's a powdered wrist
Solar panels on the airplane, I'm on a power trip
Money counter on the counter, this ain't counterfeit
Re-up, stuff it in the duffle 'cause it's bound to fit
King of my town, I made a way, now them haters loud
Ride a double R through Tuskawilla, don't make a sound
Still remember when I first saw eighty pounds
Dog, I thought that was a lot then
Now I'm out in Cali, the calibrations are locked in
So much car keys, they thought I worked for a locksmith
You could be uncommon, just with common sense
The jewelry ain't the entrée, it's just the condiments
Compliments ring, the hate, it gon' do the same thing
That's why I don't pay no attention to people sayin' things
I get validation in my day to day
They gon' remember your character when you fade away
Not the Jordan kicks, the money stacks, the foreign whips
You could have it all and still be an annoyin' bitch
Yeah, most of y'all annoyin' as shit
I got the toys, but ain't one to be toyin' with
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