Tekst piosenki '365 Days Of Peace' wykonawcy Kota The Friend

Hey man, it's been a long time since I seen you out here
You done seen so many things, I can tell
Oh, you thought it was gonna be easy?
Old summer houses, palm trees, hahaha
Well, since you're here now, you might as well put us on game
Get us hip to the memo
Yeah

Nowadays, I just stay low (stay low)
Got a radar for the fake hoes
Got a hound dog for the fake bros
Gettin' sniffed out like a bag full of straight coke (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shit hard, that's the way it go (that's the way it go)
She movin' funny, rather stay alone (solo)

It's a trap, I'ma stay at home
Never take a bag if it mean I gotta play a role
I ain't finna fight with no one
I ain't finna cife with no bums
And I don't need a mic to show love
And dodge bad vibes the whole month
And do it till the end of the road come (yeah)
Cut the attitude, it's a privilege
To be in my presence, to be in my essence
To have my number, to text that message
To be my lover, to be in this session (let's go)

All my homies on the east side
We finna have a good time
All my homies on the west side
We finna have a good time
All my homies in the Midwest
We finna have a good time
All my folks from the P-N-dub

We come in rain, snow, sleet, what's up, you heard?
Live my life like send me the bill
I got a whole lot of time that I'm ready to kill
I take a solo trip to Tahoe
Where I ain't got no bars on my iPhone
The people show love when I'm in my hometown
And even more so when I'm in Chicago
And when I'm on the West Coast, shit get so loud
I sit and think back, where did all that time go? It's right here

Bad vibes or good vibes, it's all good (it's all good)
I chose the high road, it's okay (it's okay)
No static, your hood is your hood (good)
I'm on the beach on the snow days
Penthouse in LA, the calm breeze (yes)
Go crazy, blow in the palm trees (yes)
Only available if you speakin' love and you speakin' up

All my homies in Cape Town
We finna have a good time
All my homies out in London
We finna have a good time
All my homies in the Philippines
We finna have a good time
And my friends in the UAE
I'm pullin' up into DXB, you heard?
Yeah

Choose peace every time now
It be seein' red block now
But I'ma give you a chance to come back on the next day
Say it correct, this is my house
Keepin' you away to protect what I build
I clean, I save, invest
I vaccum, furnish, windows, curtains
Decorations all got purpose, yeah
Shoes off when you in the crib (ayy, right there)
Purell when you at the door
House rules that you gotta know
Show love, it's a fuckin' law
Give thanks if it's thanks due
Don't judge, homie, you could teach
Save space, you could tell the truth (be real)

Last one, everybody eat
All my homies out in Bed-Stuy
We finna have a good time
All my homies out in Red Hook
We finna have a good time
All my homies out in Fort Greene
We finna have a good time
All my folks out in Clinton Hill

I'm back home and the love is real, you heard? (Let's go)
That's gonna go crazy, Dad
(You see here, kid?)
(You gotta just go for it)
(Don't think about what comes after or what came before)
(You just gotta take a deep breath and jump)