Lyrics These Days - Deca

These Days

These days the world seems so strange to me
These Lames are not what they claim to be
Live fast, die young;
that’s the easy road
Slow down live long you’ve got a ways to go
These days things are strange
Broke the chains without eat the gain
I don’t need an 80 milligram to ease the pain
Put a little bit of chief in a beat that bangs
I maintain
Beat the game, I put it down
Then talk a young lady out of evening gown
I was only playing around
They see me in a ‘95 single in clown
Packed in the deck got around like Optic
Before they hit him up and turned him into a prophet
I could catch a bullet out of the air with chopsticks
Asada with a habanero, I’m hot shit
The hot garbage in the badlands
Throw that promo in a trashcan
Cellphone serenader innovator
With a pen and paper in hand
I’m a very bad man.
(God damn.)
Who you know that can do it like this?
Flat broke and they said it was a lucrative biz
I gotta make a little something to put food in the fridge
In a white tee, you can see through to my ribs
Let me up in the mix to uplift
I’ll blow it to bits and serve anyone provoking the kid
I got next
Got to give to get respect
I represent life crew, but I’m fresh to death
Facing a chump
The chumps are going to front
They can say what they want
But man they can’t hang
I’ve got some people to see
I’ve got some places to go
I’ve got a name in the streets
I’m out here making that dough
I’ve got no people to see
I’ve got no places to go
I’ve got a demon in me
I think its taking control
Consider it done
With the flick of a tongue
The uninhibited one
I hit it and run
Wash the bed sheets
Open a window;
It stinks like sex, cigarettes, and endo
Criminal minimal with a mind like Chris
Block your shine and it the limelight switch.
(uh huh)
Total eclipse to my right shit
Claiming the throne, they made the world in my likeness
Let me get up in there for your benefit
I’m in an independent, imminent, definite, to better the image
And I’m in it to win it, I’ve got bills to pay
You haven’t had a good meal in days
I ain’t out here making any kind of money
And I don’t have a name in the streets, I look bummy
In the same pair of kicks that I rocked way back
And a black fitted cap to match and that’s that
Bonafide heat, got them breaking their neck
Break bread, break it down, without breaking a sweat
Break beats to beat boys to boogie and bounce
Pick it up, pick it up, when I’m putting it down
I’ve got a whole lot to do with my view
But I dropped jewels and they got confused
You better hurry up or get left behind
I represent life crew, but I’m deaf and blind
Faking a funk
The chumps are going to front
They can say what they want
But man they can’t hang
These days the world seems so strange to me
These Lames are not what they claim to be
Live fast, die young;
that’s the easy road
Slow down live long you’ve got a ways to go