Perfect Day (feat. Chink Santana & Logic) - Jim Jones

This world, this world is coldbut you you don't, you don't have to go.you're feeling sad you're feeling lonely and no one seems to careyour mother's gone and you father hits you this pain you cannot barebut we all bleed the same way as you dowe all have the same things to go thruhold on... if you feel like letting gohold on... it gets better than you knowyour days, you say they're way to longand your nights, you can't sleep at alland you're not sure what your looking forbut you don't want to no moreand your not sure what you're waiting for but you don't want to no morebut we all bleed the same way as you dowe all have the same things to go thruhold on... if you feel like letting gohold on... it gets better than you knowdon't stop looking, you're one step closerdon't stop searching, it's not over... hold on What are you looking for? what are you waiting for? do you know what you're doing to me? go ahead... what are you waiting for? hold on... if you feel like letting gohold on... it gets better than you knowdon't stop looking you're on step closerdon't stop searching it's not over... Hold On

Bitch, I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I'm hated I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated They say, "Drink to your accomplishments," so every night I'm faded Feel like every other day, me and somebody new related You're my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? (The other side) I don't know who told you that (My mama) Well, she fucking lied Ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up Cut it up like it's cocaine, shake up All the streets with all these beats I body beats, I'm not discreet (Per-Per-Perfect) This is how I feel on the inside All you non-talent rappin' motherfuckers better run and hide You worthless, you have no purpose, fuckin' imposter You gots to get it through your head You won't ever get no handout Fuckin' with your ass It'd be like throwing a band out (Per-Per-Perfect) My flow increased, my dough increased You know I leave 'em all deceased I am a fucking beast, I'm from the East I keep the peace, don't need a piece But I keep a piece, got it capiche? That boy gon' eat, this is a feast Once I release, I'm smokin' trees I bought my shit, I don't need no lease So fuck you up like Master P (Perfect) This shit right here a masterpiece, I'm comin' in hot like the police Shooting my shot like the police All on the block like the policemen, who gon' (stop, stop) The police from leaving bodies In the motherfuckin' streets man? (Fire, Per-Per-Perfect) Logic cites Nujabes, MF Doom, RZA And Kanye West as key inspiration behind his production style

It was an ordinary day until I saw you crawl around my way And the night goes On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on It was an ordinary day Until I saw you crawl around my way And the night goes On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on (Alright) On, and on, and on, and on (Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright) Cocaine in the back hard liquor to the right Don't really drink but shit I might This the type of shit I like Everyone just living life Live a life like this is dangerous Everybody just ain't famous Everybody from the young to the old Anyone with a little bit of money get shameless You know you fuckin' bougie You know you fuckin' dumb You know you'll get the shit smacked outta you back where I'm from Hol' up Wait up This shit is made up Feel like I'm dreamin' Imma wake up Girl, I can see you through your makeup I can tell by the look in your eyes I can tell by the fact you don't know act I see right through your lies I'm a real muthafucker whatcha know 'bout that Like yeah whassup Everybody out here actin tough I might get drunk call yo bluff This right here yeah that's yo nuff Yeah you know me, yeah I know you But bitch I been here before you Imma show you, Imma show you Imma show you So they tell me that they love me But I know thats it's all for show, it's all for show And I tell her that she love me But she know thats it's all for show, it's all for show It was an ordinary day Until I saw you crawl around my way And the night goes On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on Oh alright, alright I know everyone's faking it tonight But I know that I love the way I feel right now So I'm not gonna let them bring me down It's an ordinary day I'm gonna live it how I like It was an ordinary day Until i saw you crawl around my way And the night goes On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on

Yeah Will I make it? I don't know From the bottom of my heart, I swear to God I gotta blow This for every time the world told me no If I don't make it in this game, I ain't got nowhere else to go From the drama to the hoes, from the records to the shows I gotta make it, and if they don't give me what I deserve Then I'ma take it, I've been underrated, underestimated and hated But I can't wait to look back and say that I made it 'Cause nowadays everyone's a rapper and I hate it Y'all don't know-oh-oh-oh-know-oh-oh-oh Said y'all don't know-oh-oh-oh-know-oh-oh-oh I had to face my demons and embrace all of my fears While you was out partying, chilling and sipping on some beers I was sacrificing adolescent years Blood, sweat, and tears to find out what music really is And now I'm feeling, I'm feeling like the moment has arrived With Bobby is no longer living and Logic has revived From his ashes, music, money, liquor, I'm fucking passed this Lyricism that's driven from a master, you bastards Just another day living in the hood Just another day around the way Feeling good today (I feel good, yeah) Feeling lovely (I feel lovely) All I ever wanted was some financial security And now I fuck with bitches just to mask my insecurities 'Cause pussy ain't nothin', but my heart is sure full of something Now I'm, colder than ever, pushing through any weather High score flow, ain't none of y'all close to my level Mental state of a winner in the shoes of a beginner Visualizing my horizon through the eyes of a sinner Noticing how the line between me and fame is getting thinner Y'all don't know-oh-oh-oh-know-oh-oh-oh Said y'all don't know-oh-oh-oh-know-oh-oh-oh Just another day living in the hood Just another day around the way Feeling good today (I feel good, yeah) Feeling lovely (I feel lovely) Just another day living in the hood Just another day around the way Feeling good today (I feel good, yeah) Feeling lovely (I feel lovely) You know my steelo, busting shots like free throws The young bandido, cutting records like they was kilos, huh Is it a blessing that I'm messing with girls That wanna undress in the back of my car? Or is it just 'cause I'm a star? Or is it just 'cause I'm a star? Uh, yeah, five-foot-seven, look like she fell from heaven With an ass hotter than the devil, please call a reverend She was Black and Asian, part Hispanic and part amazing Women they feen' us, merely because we are the keenest My heart only has one love like Serena and Venus You know, I am the meanest genius with the biggest (hey) See, baby girl, I know you got some problems Just know I'm here to solve 'em, revolve 'em Cock 'em back and dissolve 'em I swear I take care of all em' but you gotta trust it Love it, open your heart before you lust it, now bust it, what Just another day living in the hood Just another day living in the hood Just a-just another, just another, just another day Lovely (I feel lovely) Sunny Norway Just another day living in the hood Just another day around the way Feeling good today (I feel good, yeah) Feeling lovely (I feel lovely) Just another day living in the hood Just another day around the way Feeling good today (I feel good, yeah) Feeling lovely (I feel lovely) Just another day living in the hood Just another day around the way Feeling good today (I feel good, yeah) Feeling lovely (I feel lovely)

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby