Hard Days - Diamond D, The Pharcyde

Hard days, hard night

You got to work it out

You you work those hard days, long nights

You got to work it out

Hey

I tryna warn the crew, motherfucker stop playing

Won’t get the fight if you can’t make the way in

No more excuses say the man in the mirror

And i see more grey skies than those that i clear

And i’m tryna catch this watch before this shit gets cold

Poker faces read now you must fold

Like sheets and blankets fresh out the Whirlpool

And it drop below freezing in a world so cool

Niggas yell «no sanctions» but be pigeon on the stool

Open letter to yo' self definition of a fool

Repetition as a tool just like a screw driver

Stripped off credit now you gotta play MacGyver

On a court like Tiger tryna fill those holes

Focus straight, gotta pay those hoes

Fees, gratuity and dont forget the taxes

Make ya head spin like the world on its axis

You gotta get income coming in

We not functioning full power

Feeling the powers in the after hours

They hatin', sour

Cuz they after ours

We blooming, flower

Picture me rollin, holding

Slow molions big as Samoans

I told my friend indeed I need some

Always blubbing da lowing till the very end

Heading out the red gettin' in the black

No sleep til now, how you feel

We up early, up late on the fire escape

No sleep geta get any sleep

What you think all the coffee’s for?

And all the blunts and the herb by the door

Niggas passed out everywhere on the floor

The couldn’t take it any more, they fake galore

But we’ll be here until 4 in the morning

The morns we got a flight to the Morns

Hard days, hard night

You got to work it out

You you work those hard days, long nights

You got to work it out