
It’z a New Day NATAS
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[HOOK]
Birds flying high, you know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life for me, yeah
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life for me, ooh
[VERSE 1: ESHAM]
It's a new day
A true day
A sky blue day
It's a new life
One-way ticket to Paradise
But where you come from
Straight outta Hell, son
You can't tell from the smoke
And the smell, son
The Devil upset
He won't be backin' it
These niggas going crazy
They don't know how to act in it
(You might have everything figured out)
But me, see
I took a different route
I didn't go to church
The preacher not my friend
Me and my fifth-grade teacher
We havin' sex again
Only essay I ever wrote
Was a Mexican
I'm knockin' on Heaven's doors
But they won't let me in
They say you from Detroit
You Hell-bound
They got me feeling like [Case?]
Almost spellbound
Am I alive or dead
I can't tell now
Only thing I got is my soul left
For sale now
Birds flying high, you know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life for me, yeah
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life for me, ooh
[VERSE 1: ESHAM]
It's a new day
A true day
A sky blue day
It's a new life
One-way ticket to Paradise
But where you come from
Straight outta Hell, son
You can't tell from the smoke
And the smell, son
The Devil upset
He won't be backin' it
These niggas going crazy
They don't know how to act in it
(You might have everything figured out)
But me, see
I took a different route
I didn't go to church
The preacher not my friend
Me and my fifth-grade teacher
We havin' sex again
Only essay I ever wrote
Was a Mexican
I'm knockin' on Heaven's doors
But they won't let me in
They say you from Detroit
You Hell-bound
They got me feeling like [Case?]
Almost spellbound
Am I alive or dead
I can't tell now
Only thing I got is my soul left
For sale now
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