1st Lay Of The Day Lyrics
Lay Of The Day by 1st
[JClay - Chorus]
It's the lay of the day
You know the freak of the week
Well it's the cunt of the month
Baby you comin' wit' me
It's the lay of the day
You know the freak of the week
Well it's the cunt of the month
Baby you comin' wit' me
Is you comin' wit' me?
Baby you comin' wit' me
Is you comin' wit' me?
Baby you comin' wit' me
It's the lay of the day
You know the freak of the week
Well it's the cunt of the month
Baby you comin' wit' me
[JClay - Verse 1]
Mama told me watch out for these type of women
They just take take take, but u think it's willin'
Call it the Rob and givin'
No relation... she got you whipped and yo whip
And it's no relations
How she do thaaaattttt?
I think she put a root on me
In real time, it's slow motion
She say thow this loot on me
Her bare skin on me on this cow skin leather
Then intervention from the fellas
You niggas just jealous
She my boo thang
We got that new thang
Club, hikes, vacations, wine tastings
Yeah we do thangs
She got her mood swangs
Just like every woman
But she don't shock or con
She not every woman
The way things going man, I could always love her
I got some things going, but still thinking of her
Mother
Even reality is subjective
Cuz if I believe she loves me
Then that reality is projected
[Chorus]
[Supreme - Verse 2]
Ok I got a lot of experience and women that's affiliates
Who will let me feel on them and turn them straight delirious
What does this say about me I know that you're curious
Well go ahead and make an offer only if you serious
This is my Mack add for women that act bad
They make you fall in love and buy a Gucci black bag
But the problem is is you Mac with cracked glass
She'll hit the apple store exchange you for a Mac pad
Or iPod and my god
How did I end up being strapped to this time bomb
And the bomb squad can't save me cuz my times come
This black widow she done bit me and my mind's gone
Ok I give up so pack your clothes and kids up
I done fell innnnn and I don't think I can get up
Love sick and sick of love I thinkin' I should spit up
My stomach can't take it feels like I just did a sit up
[Chorus]
It's the lay of the day
You know the freak of the week
Well it's the cunt of the month
Baby you comin' wit' me
It's the lay of the day
You know the freak of the week
Well it's the cunt of the month
Baby you comin' wit' me
Is you comin' wit' me?
Baby you comin' wit' me
Is you comin' wit' me?
Baby you comin' wit' me
It's the lay of the day
You know the freak of the week
Well it's the cunt of the month
Baby you comin' wit' me
[JClay - Verse 1]
Mama told me watch out for these type of women
They just take take take, but u think it's willin'
Call it the Rob and givin'
No relation... she got you whipped and yo whip
And it's no relations
How she do thaaaattttt?
I think she put a root on me
In real time, it's slow motion
She say thow this loot on me
Her bare skin on me on this cow skin leather
Then intervention from the fellas
You niggas just jealous
She my boo thang
We got that new thang
Club, hikes, vacations, wine tastings
Yeah we do thangs
She got her mood swangs
Just like every woman
But she don't shock or con
She not every woman
The way things going man, I could always love her
I got some things going, but still thinking of her
Mother
Even reality is subjective
Cuz if I believe she loves me
Then that reality is projected
[Chorus]
[Supreme - Verse 2]
Ok I got a lot of experience and women that's affiliates
Who will let me feel on them and turn them straight delirious
What does this say about me I know that you're curious
Well go ahead and make an offer only if you serious
This is my Mack add for women that act bad
They make you fall in love and buy a Gucci black bag
But the problem is is you Mac with cracked glass
She'll hit the apple store exchange you for a Mac pad
Or iPod and my god
How did I end up being strapped to this time bomb
And the bomb squad can't save me cuz my times come
This black widow she done bit me and my mind's gone
Ok I give up so pack your clothes and kids up
I done fell innnnn and I don't think I can get up
Love sick and sick of love I thinkin' I should spit up
My stomach can't take it feels like I just did a sit up
[Chorus]