Daily (Extended Sugit Mix) - TQ

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Daily (Extended Sugit Mix) Lyrics

[Chorus]
Daily, seems like I just can't get ahead
As soon as I get out the bed
It's always something going on to drive me crazy
I try to keep from going insane
But I can't help rackin' my brain
About what I'm gonna do
This type of shit be happening DailyI water my grass
Just to take a load off
There's just so much on my mind
There goes my cell phone
It's always ringing
Can't get no time alone
And it's my girlfriend, trippin'
I don't know what you talkin' 'bout
But you making me so damn mad
Cause you don't have to raise your voice
And now we arguing

Why this always happening
I just been busy
I'm doing new album
And it's got me working daily[Chorus]I check my maillbox
Sony is late again damn
And Monday is a holiday (I can't get paid)
Forget the tv
Just lost Steve Young for two weeks
And the play offs started last week
And I put 200 on with four my homies
My rover is leaking all in my drive way
And big daddy just cracked my brim
On the lex and drove away
And he got my house keys
And I just lock the door
I look to the lord above
And it start to rain and pour
I swear this shit be happening daily[Chorus]Ain't got time for nothin' no more
Neither in the studio nor on tour
Everybody gettin' mad
'Cause I ain't gettin' back to 'em fast enough
It is crazy
I can't get enough and I want some more
'Cause I still ain't got what I came here for
Until I get it
It's a fact that this shit keeps happening daily[Chorus: x2]
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WILLIAMS/QUAITES/HERSH/HALL/YOUNGPublished by
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Tq

Terrance Quaites is an American R&B singer, known professionally as TQ.

TQ was raised in the church (he sang in the choir) but his real education came from the streets, where the first wave of hip-hop music became the soundtrack to his life. "From Monday to Saturday I was hangin', partyin', chasing girls, getting in trouble, and straight-up acting the fool," he admits. "But on Sunday my mother dragged me out of bed to go to church. That's where I developed my singing voice and learned how to make people feel me."

TQ was never a thug in the true sense of the word: His hard-working parents instilled positive values in him, and didn't hesitate to set him straight when he was wrong. At 16, when his mom found a gun in his room, she sent the teenager to live with an aunt in Atlanta. In retrospect, says TQ, "sending me down South saved my life. It made me straighten up—for awhile, anyway."

These conflicting circumstances honed TQ's survival instincts and his passion for music. "The little money I had to buy records was spent on rap," he notes. "See, I really wasn't much into my generation's r&b. I listened more to the old-school soul that my parents had in the house. So my music now is more a combination of that and hard-core hip-hop."

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