Lyrical Breakdown of WHAT A DAY - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

(What a day at the park) The Estate Sale

(What a day at the park)

(Gangsta Grillz)

Yeah, I pulled up in that eighteenth-letter repeat buggy

Had to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smoggy

But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me

My lady, she don't trust me, know I'm a sick puppy

Know that women throw themselves at me and men want me

Anything could happen for attention and rent money

I got so much on my plate, that's why I sit funny

So many hand-outs, so much back bending

So much entitlement my family be actin' in

So many white diamonds, yeah, I got jungle fever

But they didn't raise me, so shout out black women

So much commentin', show me what you good at (nigga)

Tell me the highs of the valley that your boots stood at

You couldn't fit in my loafers if you took a steroid

And I wouldn't handle your baggage if I had a bellboy

I'm rarely replying to texts, barely enjoying the sex

I got a pain in my chest, that's from suppressin' the stress

Lionel, he know me the best

Told me I know the answer, but Clancy, he gave me the best advice that I heard in a sec'

I need to call me a jet, I need to pack me a bag

I need to get me a cabin, need some scrimmage in chess

I coulda bought me some land, I went and flooded my neck

I say this shit with my chest, I am like one of the best (greatest)

I am a workaholic, and I need to get me some rest

I'd rather get these ideas off, I'd rather not steer off my path

I'm so scared of going back to my past

I work, I swear it's hard not shaking that fear off

White boy said I brag too much, the black kid said, "It's inspiring duality is tiring"

My girl would kill me if she knew the things I was desirin'

Suppressing it, get it out the way, I put the sirens in, yeah

What a day at the park

What a day at the park (don't get it confused)

What a day (you could never!)

Look, I don't fuck with party's I don't fuck with the paparazzi

Never have I drove a Hellcat or a Maserati

Never needed others for my personal validation

She ain't getting touched if she can not hold a conversation

Never had a bulky Richard Mille as a wristwatch

I never seen Amiri, never posted on TikTok

I never had desire for promethazine in a soda

Never made eye contact with a woman in Fashion Nova

Never had to fit in no lane

Never wore beats by Dre headphones to get a video made, uh

Bunny hop validated

Pedaling, hitting wheelies like Chris retaliated

Just look around, every opportunity allocated

I put so many niggas on, you thought DJ Khaled made it

From cold showers, I used to hate it

Now I'm spending fifteen for the new roof, it ain't renovated (cash!)

I can see the ocean where I sleep and the house is gated (yeah)

No Calabasas, I Brentwood it or palisade it (yeah)

The freckled girls are articulating art got me salivating (I love it)

Wall is Henry Taylor with the trunks, I be playing Jenga

The last tour, dog, I cleaned house, they mad I made it, I'm so conceited

Feeling myself, ego masturbating, I graduated

After album five, I got syndicated

You want the old T? Sorry G, that picture faded, come get with me

Day at the park (I like to call that)

What a day (oh my god) at the park

Yuh, I'm a dead poet, table top stumping (stumping)

I'm a free spirit, have the whole jail jumping (jumping)

Ever since a youngin, moved at my pace (uh-huh)

Scared to have youngins 'cause I like my space (yeah)

Selfish ain't the word (nope) regret ain't either (nah)

Before you get to huffing and puffing take a breather

Put yourself first if you living with a dream (put yourself first)

Be your biggest cheerleader motherfuck the team, one