Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These Days, artist - Deca.
Date of issue: 24.08.2015
Song language: English
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 |