Lyrics of 'Every Day Life' by Dillon Cooper

Yo, for those who don't know
I rhyme swift don't lack gust though (?)
Act up before you get lost in a scuffle
Floatin like a bumblebee that ali shuffle
Right hook left jab hit em that one two I do
Check the rhyme my body hot feel the vine
These phonys smokin that reggie i'm steady tokin the fine
Got a cali connection whos buddha better than ever
Puffin on magic dragons setting off a rocket ship of illustrations
Look me in the eyes I know they hatin blatent
Try to clown me cause I gotta thing for rollar blading
Its complex but it shows hes bustin stress cause they know the kid is depth killing the rhyme fest and mic checks
Got em in the street niggas is rushin to sign checks yes
Never the less I'll never settle for less (yo)
Sharp like a pencil even when I'm blunt thats why the ladies love me and they texting me for lunch
You know girls love beyonce think they running the world ain't no half steppin (?) no time for dumb little girls
Like them women with asses is lookin nice in some denim she got a b line to go jump on my pogo goin loco
Know the kid is bout the stackin she ain't trying to get them frequent flyer miles from jfk to lax flying coach yo
Titty boppin and i'm rocky never stoppin jump one time hip hoppin right

This is regular everyday life in my mind
In the world that Im livin
Everyday life is the same old thing
Tryin to get my name up and so ill be giggin i'm on
I'm on im getting blown in the zone
This is regular everyday life in my mind in the world that we live in
Everyday life in my mind

Yo, change up like metamorphoses
Animorphs and shit
Writin and i'm recordin shit like big got some doors to kick
Wide open my eyes closed
Seein through the vision that im gettin no times up mix your remedies
Its the excellence niggas is manifestin
Stressin gettin to heaven for sinners is it they destiny
Mentally dont believe my mind straight
I've been corrupted by empire state
The way i move reflection of the hustle
Get cash mentality wishin to get some clarity spittin to vent it out no a/c (hot!)
Double-O P
Everybody recognize that i'm running and gunnin and comin for heads
(I have no clue what he says in this line but this is kinda what it sounds like) heat the game untill theres nothin left go go gadget mister superman no my car can't flow dough bad chick in manolos carrie fisher I'm mister bigs you won't (wtf? help me out here) i'm more like frodo
You know dough coop killer thriller i'm much iller than all these niggas i'm showin glowin smokin on this potent right
You know I'm killin the mic i'm the wintergreen minty fresh kid roll up in the lexus
Peace god you know you can't tec this
Bladin down in chelsea and im bustin out backflips
Ten stacks rubber banded under my mattress i got this
Killer coop bold as an axe is