Pilgrim

By Corey Yanks

Released on January 23, 2018

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{Chorus}

Everyday i feel like i made it

Everyday i feel like i made it

Everyday i feel like i’m winning

Everybody asking how do i do it?

It’s easy, everyday i just feel like a (PILGRIM)

Go places after places, rearranging

Meeting new people, interfering

Gotta work it out, frustrating

New world, new experience


{Verse 1}

In this new world, it’s raging

DJT making us lose patience

I need to be out going crazy

Instead i’m inside, getting treated like a patient

Going backstage get lit, vacation

This room to big, it’s spacious

Trying to roll out bed, straight dangerous

I need to get out here and explore the new world don’t wanna get contagious

This flu contagious


{Chorus}

Everyday i feel like i made it

Everyday i feel like i made it

Everyday i feel like i’m winning

Everybody asking how do i do it?

It’s easy, everyday i just feel like a (PILGRIM)

Go places after places, rearranging

Meeting new people, interfering

Gotta work it out, frustrating

New world, new experience

{Verse 2}

Gotta fly out here in a jet

Gotta haters on me like boba fett

Trying to stop me from getting fed

Jokes on them, im always getting bread


{Chorus}

Everyday i feel like i made it

Everyday i feel like i made it

Everyday i feel like i’m winning

Everybody asking how do i do it?

It’s easy, everyday i just feel like a (PILGRIM)

Go places after places, rearranging

Meeting new people, interfering

Gotta work it out, frustrating

New world, new experience


{Verse 3}

You better make it and lace it

And keep your mission basic

No time to come and fake it

All at your function

This ain't no usual luncheon

I see what I like and then I jump in

I like your mind, your body, your soul, your figure

Catch ya, hold ya, squeeze you like a trigga

It's a party at the moto' shop

Mixed Bacardi in my soda pop

Believe it I got a A bitch, B bitch, and

C bitch with cleavage

And they don’t keep no secrets

“You better make it and lace it And keep your mission basic No time to come and fake it All at your function This ain’t no usual luncheon I see what I like and then I jump in I like your mind, your body, your soul, your figure Catch ya, hold ya, squeeze you like a trigga It’s a party at the moto’ shop Mixed Bacardi in my soda pop Believe it I got a A bitch, B bitch, and C bitch with cleavage And they don’t keep no secrets”
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this shit go hard the first time i recorded this song maaaaan!! shoutout to CZ for this piece tho! shit toooo fire!!