WHAT A DAY

Yeah, yeah (hundred thousand followers)
 Okay, alright (Tennessee, you know I do the bill comma)
 Dyllie
 Okay, a hundred grand, hundred K
 Yeah, hundred grand, hundred K, hundred bands, what a day
 Underneath the sun, ain't nothin' new, but it's a sunny day
 Tryna spend this money like He comin', He ain't runnin' late
 DistroKid, cut the check, indie tribe, cut the cake
 Hundred grand, hundred K, hundred bands, what a day
 Look, chasin' after money make you run in place
 Yeah, I just called my mother, said your son is straight
 You don't break that bread up, that's a ton of weight
 Had to double up on generosity when I upped the fee
 Know He threw my sin inside the sea, left it on a tree
 Demons, they be lookin' real depressed, put it on a tee
 I can't treat the greed like it's a pet and put it on a leash
 I just need some tender lovin' care, there's a lot of creeps
 Chasin' waterfalls, lined in the mud, and then He scrubbed me clean
 Yeah, TLC, I'm good, I feel like GLC
 Laughin' all the way up to the bank, I feel like Peele and Key
 Look, I was busy cuttin' up to Calvin, it was killin' me (it really was)
 Think that's when I met the Lord but felt like He wasn't feelin' me
 Made it hard to love the poor and widows, let alone the Lord
 I was focused on the court and if He had acquitted me
 Okay, I know that Yahweh made the payment, and He payin' me
 To play with nouns and verbs and make a case to all the laity
 Lay down all your greed, that's if you payed it if you patiently
 Waitin' on a check, you could be faithful with your frailty
 You see these Reeboks on my feet? I got three pair of these
 But I didn't cop, my single popped, BYOD took care of me
 Secured the fee apparently, and now I got security
 Ten go to Melchizedek, ten go to a charity
 Yeah, hundred grand, hundred K, hundred bands, what a day
 Underneath the sun, ain't nothin' new, but it's a sunny day
 Tryna spend this money like He comin', He ain't runnin' late
 DistroKid, cut the check, indie tribe, cut the cake
 Hundred grand, hundred K, hundred bands, what a day
 Look, chasin' after money make you run in place
 Yeah, I just called my mother, said your son is straight
 Yeah, you don't break that bread up, that's a ton of weight
 I just got a hundred thousand followers
 Dyllie, you so musical, she ain't talkin' Oliver?
 We got lots of chemistry, what is that, a polymer?
 Indie tribe is in the house, like an ankle monitor?
 Look, thank God for the platform, ink all in my passport
 Industry is cold as Minnesota, better pack warm
 Me and 'Vello, that's two W's like tax forms
 Jon and Mogli tied the knot, need you to clap for 'em (thank you)
 I pity the fool, I take that back, Philippians 2
 Had some friends I kicked it with that disappeared like Freddy Adu
 My girl sweet like honey in my tummy, feel like Winnie the Pooh
 Funny like Arsenio, mixed with Mineo, makin' William 2
 Yeah, oh, yeah, get paid off the internet like Comcast
 Most the stuff I'm hearin' on the internet is bombast
 Had a vision we in life in heaven, and we all last
 'Course there ain't no internet in heaven, I said, "At long last"
 Sheesh
 I said bombast
 Like bombastic, like Shaggy
 I'm still goin' Bostic
 Hundred grand, hundred K
 Hundred bands, what a day